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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It is a wise father that knows his own child.
Interpretation
What this quote means
A good father understands his child's nature and needs.
This quote emphasizes the importance of parental awareness and insight in understanding children. A wise father recognizes the individuality of his child and fosters a nurturing relationship that supports their development and emotional well-being.
Themes
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In practice
Example use cases
During a parenting workshop, someone shared this quote to highlight the importance of knowing one's child.
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