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
Say she rail; why, I'll tell her plain She sings as sweetly as a nightingale. Say that she frown; I'll say she looks as clear As morning roses newly wash'd with dew. Say she be mute and will not speak a word; Then I'll commend her volubility, and say she uttereth piercing eloquence.
Interpretation
The speaker praises a womanβs beauty and qualities, regardless of her mood or actions.
In this quote, the speaker expresses an unwavering admiration for a woman, highlighting that he will find positive attributes in her, whether she is joyful, displeased, or silent. This reflects a deep affection and resilience in love, emphasizing the idea that true appreciation goes beyond mere appearances or behavior.
In practice
In a wedding speech to highlight unwavering love for a partner.
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.
My love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity, ~ Hazel Lancaster.
She sat leaning back in her chair, looking ahead, knowing that he was as aware of her as she was of him. She found pleasure in the special self-consciousness it gave her. When she crossed her legs, when she leaned on her arm against the window sill, when she brushed her hair off her forehead - every movement of her body was underscored by a feeling the unadmitted words for which were: Is he seeing it?
Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
The whole truth... sings only - and all lovers are the song.
All my heart is yours, sir: it belongs to you; and with you it would remain, were fate to exile the rest of me from your presence forever.
When you've been raised in a home of love, and for your loved one to be taken away from you through violence, a lot of emotions go through your mind.
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