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
Fear no more the heat o' th' sun Nor the furious winters' rages; Thou thy worldly task hast done, Home art gone, and ta'en thy wages. Golden lads and girls all must, As chimney-sweepers, come to dust.
Interpretation
The quote reflects the inevitability of death and encourages acceptance of life's cyclical nature.
In this quote, Shakespeare conveys a sense of peace regarding mortality, suggesting that when one's earthly responsibilities are complete, they can rest. The imagery of both the 'heat o' th' sun' and 'furious winters' rages' highlights the struggles faced in life, while the notion that 'golden lads and girls' ultimately 'come to dust' serves as a poignant reminder that all lives, regardless of their brilliance, end in the same way.
In practice
During a funeral, this quote can be used to comfort those grieving by reminding them of the peace that follows death.
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).
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Good company, good wine, good welcome, can make good people.
Absence doth sharpen love, presence strengthens it; the one brings fuel, the other blows it till it burns clear.
Lord, Lord, how this world is given to lying!
Give it an understanding, but no tongue.
For a moment, I believe, there was a stillness. A shocking realization by all things - beetles, dormice, the spiders spinning their webs in the moonlight, even the hot metal of the tracks and the wind in the trees - that Death had just shrieked past like a stinking black eagle and made off with a remarkable man.
From Mother you will inherit the belief that you can journey to your fate, there's a place to be located on a map that's destiny. If only you can get there. If it isn't too late. If no one stops you.
Please, don't worry so much. Because in the end, none of us have very long on this Earth. Life is fleeting.
My goal now is to remember every place I've been, only do things I love, and not say yes when I don't mean it.
The Irish tell the story of a man who arrives at the gates of heaven and asks to be let in St. Peter says, “Of course, just show us your scars.” The man says, “I have no scars”. St. Peter says, “What a pity was there nothing worth fighting for”?
Baseball is almost the only orderly thing in a very unorderly world. If you get three strikes, even the best lawyer in the world can't get you off.
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