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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So we'll live, And pray, and sing, and tell old tales, and laugh at gilded butterflies.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote reflects on the simplicity and joy of life, contrasting it with the superficiality of wealth and beauty.
In this quote, Shakespeare suggests that despite the complexities and challenges of life, one should focus on the fundamental joys such as living fully, praying, singing, sharing stories, and enjoying laughter. The 'gilded butterflies' symbolize things that may appear beautiful but are ultimately superficial, prompting us to appreciate the deeper, more meaningful experiences in life.
Themes
LifeJoySimplicityBeautyLaughter
In practice
Example use cases
In a discussion about the importance of enjoying life's simple pleasures, this quote can serve as a reminder.
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