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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When he shall die, Take him and cut him out in little stars, And he will make the face of heaven so fine That all the world will be in love with night And pay no worship to the garish sun.
Interpretation
What this quote means
This quote expresses the idea that true beauty and love can transcend death and illuminate the world.
In this quote, Shakespeare illustrates the profound impact of a beloved person on the world, suggesting that their essence can elevate the beauty of the night sky. By imagining that the deceased can be transformed into stars, the quote conveys how love and admiration can turn sorrow into something serene and enchanting, making the night more desirable than the bright but harsh sun.
Themes
LoveBeautyNightStarsDeath
In practice
Example use cases
In a eulogy, reflecting on the impact of a loved one who has passed away.
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