Tell troth and shame the devil.
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For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.
Interpretation
What this quote means
The quote reflects the idea of balancing love with caution to avoid potential heartbreak.
This quote by Ben Jonson expresses a sentiment on the nature of love and the vows we make in relationships. It suggests that one should be careful in their commitments, ensuring that their affections are tempered with reason, ultimately cautioning that an intense love may lead to deeper pain if it becomes unreciprocated or too consuming.
Themes
LoveVowsAffectionsCautionRelationships
In practice
Example use cases
In a wedding speech to emphasize the importance of thoughtful love.
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