Tell troth and shame the devil.
Ben JonsonRead
I feel my griefs too, and there scarce is ground Upon my flesh t'inflict another wound. Yet dare I not complain, or wish for death With holy Paul; lest it be thought the breath Of discontent; or that these prayers be For weariness of life, not love of thee.
Interpretation
The quote expresses deep inner conflict between personal suffering and the desire to maintain a loving attitude.
In this quote, Ben Jonson reflects on the struggle of feeling profound grief while also grappling with the notion of love and the desire not to appear discontented. He conveys a sense of duty and reverence towards love, suggesting that even in one's suffering, one must refrain from complaint to uphold the sanctity of the relationship and avoid misunderstandings about one's commitment to life and love.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a memorial service to honor the complexity of grief and love.
Tell troth and shame the devil.
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