As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
William ShakespeareRead
There is thy gold, worse poison to men's souls, Doing more murder in this loathsome world, Than these poor compounds that thou mayst not sell.
Interpretation
This quote critiques the corrupting influence of money and greed on humanity.
In this line from Shakespeare, the author contrasts the perceived value of gold and wealth with the moral decay they can cause in individuals. It suggests that the pursuit of wealth can lead to more harm than any physical poison, as it corrupts souls and leads to destructive behavior, making us question the true cost of our desires and ambitions.
In practice
During a speech on ethics in business, one could use this quote to illustrate the dangers of prioritizing profit over moral values.
As honour, love, obedience, troops of friends, / I must not look to have; but, in their stead, / Curses, not loud but deep, mouth-honour, breath, / Which the poor heart would fain deny, and dare not" (5.3.25-28).
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Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
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What we observe is not nature itself, but nature exposed to our method of questioning.
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The one thing that we yearn for in our living days, that makes us sigh and groan and undergo sweet nauseas of all kinds, is the remembrance of some lost bliss that was probably experienced in the womb and can only be reproduced (though we hate to admit it) in death. But who wants to die?
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But the guilty person is only one of the targets of punishment. For punishment is directed above all at others, at all the potentially guilty.
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