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
Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side.
Interpretation
The quote reflects a sense of inevitability about one's flawed nature.
In this quote, Shakespeare uses the metaphor of an ill-roasted egg to suggest that a person is inherently flawed or incomplete. Just as an egg can be unevenly cooked, the quote implies that each individual has aspects of their character that may be lacking or deficient, leading to a sense of being 'damned' or destined for failure.
In practice
In a discussion about personal growth, you might say, 'Truly thou art damned, like an ill-roasted egg, all on one side,' to emphasize the importance of recognizing our imperfections.
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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Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
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A faith that cannot survive collision with the truth is not worth many regrets.
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