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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Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Interpretation
What this quote means
True love endures through the most challenging times until the very end.
This quote from William Shakespeare emphasizes the power and endurance of love in the face of adversity. It suggests that love can withstand difficulties and remain steadfast even when confronted with dire circumstances, symbolized by 'the edge of doom'. Therefore, true love is portrayed as an unwavering force that supports individuals through the most trying of times.
Themes
LoveEnduranceAdversitySteadfastnessPower
In practice
Example use cases
This quote can be used in a wedding speech to highlight the enduring nature of love between partners.
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