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
I do oppose_x000D_ _x000D_ My patience to his fury, and am arm'd_x000D_ _x000D_ To suffer, with a quietness of spirit,_x000D_ _x000D_ The very tyranny and rage of his.
Interpretation
The quote expresses the strength of enduring hostility with inner peace and patience.
In this quote, Shakespeare reflects on the struggle between external aggression and internal resilience. The speaker articulates a steadfastness in the face of anger and tyranny, emphasizing the importance of maintaining a tranquil spirit and patience when confronted with adversity. Rather than succumbing to fury, they choose to bear the burden of such hostility without losing their composure, showcasing a profound form of courage and mental fortitude.
In practice
This quote can be shared during a motivational speech to inspire individuals facing challenges.
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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