work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4568,"","",2004-06-17 00:00:00 UTC,"DELIA
On Fate alone depends Success,
And Fancy, Reason over- rules,
Or why should Virtue ever miss
Reward, so often giv'n to Fools?
'Tis not the Valiant, nor the Witty,
But who alone is born to please;
Love does predestinate our Pity,
We choose but whom he first decrees.
",,12010,"",Reason may over-rule fancy,"",2009-09-14 19:36:30 UTC,""
4570,"",HDIS,2004-08-23 00:00:00 UTC,"Ye sovereign Lords, who sit like Gods in State,
Awing the World, and bustling to be great;
Lords but in Title, Vassals in Effect,
Whom Lust controuls, and wild Desires direct;
The Reigns of Empire but such Hands disgrace,
Where Passion, a blind Driver, guides the Race.
",,12013,"","One may be a Lord but in Title, a vassal in Effect, ""Whom Lust controuls, and wild Desires direct""","",2009-09-14 19:36:30 UTC,""
4570,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-23 00:00:00 UTC," Ye sovereign Lords, who sit like Gods in State,
Awing the World, and bustling to be great;
Lords but in Title, Vassals in Effect,
Whom Lust controuls, and wild Desires direct;
The Reigns of Empire but such Hands disgrace,
Where Passion, a blind Driver, guides the Race.
",,12014,"•I've included twice: Rule of Passion and Horse: Reins.
•INTEREST. Check out the Seneca that inspires this passage. An early horse and driver, ruler and ruled source? REVISIT.","There are sovereign Lords ""Whom Lust controuls, and wild Desires direct; / The Reigns of Empire but such Hands disgrace, / Where Passion, a blind Driver, guides the Race.""","",2012-06-29 14:28:11 UTC,""
4571,"",HDIS,2004-08-25 00:00:00 UTC," Now fly, Discretion, to my Aid,
See haughty Mira, fair and bright,
In all the Pomp of Love array'd;
Ah! how I tremble at the Sight!
She comes, she comes--before her all
Mankind does prostrate fall.
Love, a Destroyer fierce and young,
Advent'rous, terrible, and strong,
Cruel and rash, delighting still to vex,
Sparing nor Age nor Sex,
Commands in chief; well fortify'd he lies,
And from her Lips, her Cheeks and Eyes,
All Opposition he defies.
Reason, Love's old invet'rate Foe,
Scarce ever reconcil'd 'till now,
Reason assists her too.
A wise Commander he, for Council fit;
But nice and coy, nor has been seen to sit
In modern Synod, nor appear'd of late
In Courts, nor Camps, nor in Affairs of State;
Reason proclaims them all his Foes,
Who such resistless Charms oppose.
My very bosom Friends make War
Within my Breast, and in her Interests are;
Esteem and Judgment with strong Fancy join
To court, and call the fair Invader in;
My darling fav'rite Inclination too,
All, all conspiring with the Foe.
Ah! whither shall I fly to hide
My Weakness from the Conqu'ror's Pride?
Now, now, Discretion be my Guide.
But see, this mighty Archimedes too,
Surrenders now.
Presuming longer to resist
His very Name,
Discretion must disclaim;
Folly and Madness only would persist.",,12016,"",Love and Reason may make war within one's breast,"",2009-09-14 19:36:30 UTC,I've included the entire poem