work_id,theme,id,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,created_at,context,comments,text,reviewed_on,provenance
3675,"",9535,Weakness of mind may be water-like or wax-like,"",2009-09-14 19:34:17 UTC,2005-03-27 00:00:00 UTC,"",•I've included twice: Water and Wax
•I searched (accidentally) the whole database and came up with this edition of Tudor poetry published in the Restoration. There are probably more examples like this. I should eventually expand my searches.,"For as in weak Estates, so in weak Minds,
To injure or oppress humanity
Stirs up Right, Wit, and Heart in divers kinds,
To shew how easily hazard makes men free;
Where prospect must appear to these weak kings
A sign that ruine flies with nimble wings.
This weakness which I mean hath divers kinds,
Some water-like, easie to take impression,
And like it leave not any print behind,
Which I omit as fit for no profession:
The other wax like, take, and keep a mind,
And may in strengths they have, not of their own,
Be helpt by common Duties to a Throne.
",,"Searching ""wax"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)"
3802,"",9797,"One's thoughts and joys may be ""all pack'd up and gone""","",2009-09-14 19:34:29 UTC,2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,"","","Come then my dearest, dearest Lord,
My Sweetest, surest Friend.
Come, for I Loath these Kedar Tents,
Thy Fiery Chariots send.
What have I here; My thoughts and Joys,
Are all pack'd up and gone.
My Eager Soul would follow them
To thine Eternal Throne",,HDIS
3806,"",9803,"The Lord may ""bear my Name upon [his] Breast, / Engrave it on [his] Heart""","",2009-09-14 19:34:29 UTC,2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"","•Cross-reference: Benjamin Keach's ""Hymn 105"" from Spiritual Melody (1691). Keach and Mason use almost the same language.","Lord bear my Name upon thy Breast,
Engrave it on thy Heart,
There let it be so Sure possest
It thence may ne're depart.
For Love, like Death, doth cast its Dart,
Which wounds Me to the quick.
Thy presence, Lord, Supports my Heart,
Thy absence makes it Sick.
Shouldst thou but seemingly disdain
My Heart so deep Engag'd,
I Should be Tortur'd with such pain
As could not be asswag'd.
O Love Me, Lord, or else I dy,
Thee, Lord, my Love doth Crave.
My Lord Shouldst thou my Love deny,
My Love would be my Grave.
My Love doth Flame, my Jealousy
So burns my Heart and Eyes,
I must embrace my Lord, or I
Must be Loves Sacrifice.",,"Searching ""heart"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""breast"" and ""engrav"""
3807,"",9804,"One may bear God's ""Image and Inscription"" upon his heart","",2009-09-14 19:34:29 UTC,2005-03-28 00:00:00 UTC,"","","O God of Grace, who hast Restor'd
Thine Image unto Me,
VVhich by my Sins was quite defac'd,
VVhat shall I render Thee?
Thine Image and Inscription, Lord,
Upon my Heart I bear;
Thine own I render unto Thee,
O God, my God most dear.
",,"Searching ""heart"" and ""inscription"" in HDIS (Poetry)"
3806,"",9807,"""O Seal mine Image on thy Heart, / O Seal it on thy Arm""","",2009-09-14 19:34:29 UTC,2005-04-17 00:00:00 UTC,"","•Cross-reference: Benjamin Keach's ""Hymn 105"" from Spiritual Melody (1691). Keach and Mason use almost the same language.","O Seal mine Image on thy Heart,
O Seal it on thy Arm:
For Love, like Death, doth cast its Dart;
And Jealousie is warm.
",2009-01-20,"Searching ""heart"" and ""seal"" in HDIS (Poetry)"
3806,"",9813,"""One would have thought such melting Words / Should break an Heart of Steel.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:30 UTC,2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","","One would have thought such melting Words
Should break an Heart of Steel.
But I (Alas!) so Stupid was,
Their force I did not Feel.
My answer was to this Effect,
Lord, now I am at ease.
And Lord, if I should thee respect,
My Friends I should displease.
Thy Service, Lord, would Cost Me dear,
The World would Me molest.
Thy heavy Cross how can I bear?
Do not disturb my Rest.",,"Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)"
3806,"",9824,"""Thy prefence-Chamber is the Room / VVhere Soules and Joyes do meet""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:34:30 UTC,2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"",•Cross-reference: Locke's Presence Room?,"Fain would I, but I cannot move;
Sin hath Enfeebled Me.
O draw me with thy Cords of Love,
I will Run after Thee.
Thou hear'st, thou draw'st, I come, I come,
Thy Love (my God) is Sweet
Thy prefence-Chamber is the Room
VVhere Soules and Joyes do meet.
Our Earthly pleasures we forget,
To think upon Thy Love.
All upright Soules their Minds do set
On Thee, my Lord, above.",,"Searching ""soul"" and ""room"" in HDIS (Poetry)"
3806,"",9834,"""Furnish the Table of my Heart, / Then come and be my Guest.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:34:31 UTC,2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,"","","My Lord, If I a Garden am,
Then let thy Spirit Blow,
And with its Gales refresh the same,
And make my Graces Flow.
And when thy Spirit thus hath blown,
And I do Flourish most,
Then let my Dearest Lord come down,
And Feed upon his Cost,
So poor I am, So great thou art,
Thee, Lord, how can I Feast?
Furnish the Table of my Heart,
Then come and be my Guest.",,Searching in HDIS (Poetry)