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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A violet in the youth of primy nature, Forward, not permanent--sweet, not lasting; The perfume and suppliance of a minute; No more.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the fleeting nature of youth and beauty.
In this quote, Shakespeare poetically expresses the transient beauty of youth, comparing it to a violet that blooms but is not permanent. The imagery suggests that while youth brings sweetness and a delightful fragrance, it is ultimately a brief moment, reminding us to cherish these ephemeral experiences.
Themes
YouthBeautyTransienceNatureLife
In practice
Example use cases
In a graduation speech reflecting on the rise and fall of youth.
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