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
But if it be a sin to covet honour, I am the most offending soul alive.
Interpretation
The speaker acknowledges a desire for honor, suggesting that this longing may be sinful, highlighting the tension between ambition and moral judgment.
In this quote, Shakespeare reflects on the deep human desire for honor and recognition. The speaker expresses a level of guilt or self-awareness about this ambition, contemplating whether the pursuit of honor might be viewed as a sinful act. This internal conflict illustrates the complexity of human motivation, especially regarding societal values and personal integrity.
In practice
This quote can be used during a discussion about the moral implications of ambition in a leadership seminar.
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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