text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"SONG.
Let some great joys pretend to find
In empty Whimsies of the mind;
And nothing to the Soul can come,
Till th' ushering Senses make it room.
Nor can the Mind be e'r at ease,
Unless you first the Body please.
Life is, what e're vain Man may doubt,
But taking in and putting out.
Since Life's but a Span,
Live as much as you can:
Let none of it pass without Pleasure;
But push on your Strength
Of what Life wants in length:
In the Breadth you must make up the Measure.",2013-06-17 03:54:32 UTC,"""And nothing to the Soul can come, / Till th' ushering Senses make it room.""",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, scene ii","",,Rooms,•A version of the empiricist slogan: nothing in the mind that was not first in the senses.,"Searching ""mind"" and ""room"" in HDIS (Drama)",9660,3740
"CAR.
I ne'er saw any yet so fair! such Sweetness in her Look! such Modesty! if we may think the Eye the window to the Heart, she has a thousand treasur'd Virtues there.
",2011-09-20 19:21:18 UTC,"""I ne'er saw any yet so fair! such Sweetness in her Look! such Modesty! if we may think the Eye the window to the Heart, she has a thousand treasur'd Virtues there.""",2006-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, scene ii","",2011-09-20,Rooms,"","Searching ""window"" and ""heart"" HDIS (Drama)",10349,3984
"MIRABELL
I have something more--Gone--Think of you! To think of a Whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a Whirlwind, were a Case of more steady Contemplation; a very tranquility of Mind and Mansion. A Fellow that lives in a Windmill, has not a more whimsical Dwelling than the Heart of a Man that is lodg'd in a Woman. There is no Point of the Compass to which they cannot turn, and by which they are not turn'd; and by one as well as another; for Motion not Method is their Occupation. To know this, and yet continue to be in Love, is to be made wise from the Dictates of Reason, and yet persevere to play the Fool by the force of Instinct--O here come my pair of Turtles--What, billing so sweetly! Is not Valentine 's Day over with you yet?
(II.i)",2011-12-19 13:37:46 UTC,"""To think of a Whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a Whirlwind, were a Case of more steady Contemplation; a very tranquility of Mind and Mansion.""",2011-12-19 13:37:46 UTC,"Act II, Scene i","",,"","",Reading,19357,3959
"MIRABELL
I have something more--Gone--Think of you! To think of a Whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a Whirlwind, were a Case of more steady Contemplation; a very tranquility of Mind and Mansion. A Fellow that lives in a Windmill, has not a more whimsical Dwelling than the Heart of a Man that is lodg'd in a Woman. There is no Point of the Compass to which they cannot turn, and by which they are not turn'd; and by one as well as another; for Motion not Method is their Occupation. To know this, and yet continue to be in Love, is to be made wise from the Dictates of Reason, and yet persevere to play the Fool by the force of Instinct--O here come my pair of Turtles--What, billing so sweetly! Is not Valentine 's Day over with you yet?
(II.i)",2011-12-19 13:40:03 UTC,"""A Fellow that lives in a Windmill, has not a more whimsical Dwelling than the Heart of a Man that is lodg'd in a Woman.""",2011-12-19 13:40:03 UTC,"Act II, Scene i","",,"","",Reading,19358,3959
"ARPASIA.
Why sought'st thou not from thy own Impious Tribe
A Wife, like one of these; for such, thy Race
(If human Nature brings forth such) affords.
Greece, for chast Virgins fam'd, and pious Matrons,
Teems not with Monsters, like your Turkish Wives;
Whom guardian Eunuchs, haggard and deform'd,
Whom Walls and Bars make honest by constraint.
Know, I detest, like Hell, the Crime thou mention'st:
Not that I fear, or reverence thee, thou Tyrant:
But that my Soul, conscious of whence it sprung,
Sits unpolluted in its sacred Temple,
And scorns to mingle with a Thought so mean.
(IV.i, pp. 51-2)",2013-07-17 04:09:31 UTC,"""But that my Soul, conscious of whence it sprung, / Sits unpolluted in its sacred Temple, / And scorns to mingle with a Thought so mean.""",2013-07-17 04:09:20 UTC,"Act IV, scene i","",,Rooms,"",C-H Lion,21851,7548
"LAVINIA.
Can there be such? And have they peace of Mind?
Have they in all the Series of their changing
One happy Hour? If Women are such things,
How was I form'd so different from my Sex?
My little Heart is satisfy'd with you,
You take up all her room; as in a Cottage
Which harbours some Benighted Princely Stranger,
Where the good Man, proud of his Hospitality,
Yields all his homely Dwelling to his Guest,
And hardly keeps a Corner for himself.
(I.i, p. 12)",2013-07-18 21:23:56 UTC,"""My little Heart is satisfy'd with you, / You take up all her room; as in a Cottage / Which harbours some Benighted Princely Stranger, / Where the good Man, proud of his Hospitality, / Yields all his homely Dwelling to his Guest, / And hardly keeps a Corner for himself.""",2013-07-18 21:23:56 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,Rooms,"",C-H Lion,21866,7550
"MIRZA.
My worthy Priest! Still be my Friend, and share
The utmost of my Power, by greatness rais'd.
[Embracing.]
Thou like the God thou serv'st, shall shine aloft,
And with thy Influence rule the under World.
But see! the Queen appears; she seems to muse,
Her thoughtful Soul, labours with some event
Of high import, which bustles like an Embryo
In its dark Room, and longs to be disclos'd.
Retire, lest we disturb her.
(I.i, p. 6)",2013-07-22 02:43:25 UTC,"""Her thoughtful Soul, labours with some event / Of high import, which bustles like an Embryo / In its dark Room, and longs to be disclos'd.""",2013-07-22 02:43:25 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,Rooms,CRAZY. INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY.,C-H Lion,21945,7553
"ARTEMISA.
Wise Mirza! were my Soul a Temple, fit
For Gods, and Godlike Counsels to inhabit,
Thee only would I choose of all Mankind,
To be the Priest, still favour'd with access;
Whose piercing Wit, sway'd by unerring Judgment,
Might mingle ev'n with assembled Gods,
When they devise unchangeable Decrees,
And call 'em Fate.
(I.i, p. 7)",2013-07-22 02:45:43 UTC,"""Wise Mirza! were my Soul a Temple, fit For Gods, and Godlike Counsels to inhabit, Thee only would I choose of all Mankind, To be the Priest, still favour'd with access.""",2013-07-22 02:45:43 UTC,"Act I, scene i","",,Inhabitants and Rooms,"",C-H Lion,21946,7553
"CLEONE.
Forbid it all ye chaster powers, that favour
The modesty and Innocence of Maids:
No, till my death no other breast but thine
Shall e're participate the fatal secret.
O could I think that he had ever known
My hidden flame, shame and confusion
Would force my Virgin soul to leave her mansion,
And certain Death ensue.
Thou name'st the fair Amestris, didst thou not?
(III.i, p. 26)",2013-07-22 04:12:09 UTC,"""O could I think that he had ever known / My hidden flame, shame and confusion / Would force my Virgin soul to leave her mansion, / And certain Death ensue.""",2013-07-22 04:12:09 UTC,"Act III, scene i","",,"","",C-H Lion,21958,7553
"ARTAXERXES.
Oh! Torture of my Soul! damn'd racking Thought
Am not I too reserv'd for servile Vassalage?
To be the Subject of a Boys Command?
A Boy by Nature set beneath my Sway?
And born to be my Slave! shall he triumph?
And bid me Live or Die? Shall he dispose
His beardless Visage to a scornful Smile,
And tell me that his Pleasure is my Fate?
No! my disdainful Soul shall struggle out
And start at once from its dishonour'd Mansion.
(IV.iii, p. 48)",2013-07-22 04:18:50 UTC,"""No! my disdainful Soul shall struggle out / And start at once from its dishonour'd Mansion.""",2013-07-22 04:18:50 UTC,"Act IV, scene iii","",,"","",C-H Lion,21964,7553