work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3465,"",HDIS,2003-08-08 00:00:00 UTC,"HELENA
How happy some o'er other some can be!
Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.
But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so.
He will not know what all but he do know.
And as he errs, doting on Hermia's eyes,
So I, admiring of his qualities.
Things base and vile, holding no quantity,
Love can transpose to form and dignity.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Nor hath love's mind of any judgement taste;
Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste.
And therefore is love said to be a child
Because in choice he is so oft beguiled.
As waggish boys in game themselves forswear,
So the boy Love is perjured everywhere.
For ere Demetrius looked on Hermia's eyne
He hailed down oaths that he was only mine,
And when this hail some heat from Hermia felt,
So he dissolved, and showers of oaths did melt.
I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight.
Then to the wood will he tomorrow night
Pursue her, and for this intelligence
If I have thanks it is a dear expense.
But herein mean I to enrich my pain,
To have his sight thither and back again.
(I.i.226-51)",,8850,"","""Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.""",Eye,2009-09-14 19:33:48 UTC,"Act I, scene i. Helena laments that Demetrius dotes on Hermia's eyes"
3466,"",HDIS,2003-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"ONE FROM PORTIA'S TRAIN
Tell me where is fancy bred,
Or in the heart, or in the head?
How begot, how nourishèd?
ALL
Reply, reply.
ONE FROM PORTIA'S TRAIN
It is engendered in the eyes,
With gazing fed; and fancy dies
In the cradle where it lies.
Let us all ring fancy's knell.
I'll begin it: ding, dong, bell.
ALL
Ding, dong, bell.
(III.ii.63-72)",2003-10-22,8870,•Cross-reference: Appears in Johnson's Dictionary under Fancy (5th entry).,"Fancy ""is engendered in the eyes, / With gazing fed; and fancy dies / In the cradle where it lies.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"Act III, scene ii. A song while Bassanio decides which casket to choose"
3469,"",HDIS,2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"KING HARRY
Good morrow, old Sir Thomas Erpingham.
A good soft pillow for that good white head
Were better than a churlish turf of France.
ERPINGHAM
Not so, my liege. This lodging likes me better,
Since I may say, ""Now lie I like a king.""
KING HARRY
'Tis good for men to love their present pains
Upon example. So the spirit is eased,
And when the mind is quickened, out of doubt
The organs, though defunct and dead before,
Break up their drowsy grave and newly move
With casted slough and fresh legerity.
Lend me thy cloak, Sir Thomas.
(IV.i.13-24)",,8880,•Really strange metaphor. Corpses and graves in the mind! INTEREST.,"""And when the mind is quickened, out of doubt / The organs, though defunct and dead before, / Break up their drowsy grave and newly move / With casted slough and fresh legerity.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,"Act IV, scene i. The ""Harry in the night"" scene. He interacts with his army."
3474,Mind's Eye,HDIS,2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"HORATIO
A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.
In the most high and palmy state of Rome,
A little ere the mightiest Julius fell,
The graves stood tenantless, and the sheeted dead
Did squeak and gibber in the Roman streets
At stars with trains of fire, and dews of blood,
Disasters in the sun; and the moist star,
Upon whose influence Neptune's empire stands,
Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse.
And even the like precurse of feared events,
As harbingers preceding still the fates,
And prologue to the omen coming on,
Have heaven and earth together demonstrated
Unto our climature and countrymen.
(Additional Passage A)",,8903,"•I seem to have missed the other reference to the mind's eye. See Comments to Keats's ""To Hope.""
•Found it after reading Alwin Thaler's ""In My Mind's Eye, Horatio."" See following entry. ","""A mote it is to trouble the mind's eye.""",Eye,2010-01-19 04:11:03 UTC,Additional Passage
3474,Mind's Eye,"Reading Alwin Thaler's ""In My Mind's Eye, Horatio."" Shakespeare Quarterly. Vol. 7, No. 4 (Autumn, 1965), p. 351.",2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC,"HAMLET
Thrift, thrift, Horatio. The funeral baked meats
Did coldly furnish forth the marriage tables.
Would I had met my dearest foe in heaven
Or ever I had seen that day, Horatio!
My father--methinks I see my father.
HORATIO
Where, my lord?
HAMLET
In my mind's eye, Horatio.
(I.ii.180-6)",,8927,"","""My father--methinks I see my father ... In my mind's eye.""",Eye,2010-01-19 04:11:24 UTC,"Act I, scene ii"
6696,"",Reading,2010-04-14 18:33:14 UTC,"Let Plato next be summoned to the bar, that mocking wit, that swelling poet, that deluded theologian. Your philosophy, Plato, was but scraps of borrowed information polished and strung together. Your wisdom was a sham which you imposed by an affectation of ignorance. By your vague inductions you took men's minds off their guard and weakened their mental sinews. But you had at least the merit of supplying table-talk for men of culture and experience of affairs, even indeed of adding grace and charm to everyday conversation. When, however, you gave out the falsehood that truth is, as it were, the native inhabitant of the human mind and need not come in from, outside to take up its abode there; when you turned our minds away from observation, away from things, to which it is impossible we should ever be sufficiently respectful and attentive; when you taught us to turn our mind's eye inward and grovel before our own blind and confused idols under the name of contemplative philosophy; then truly you dealt us a mortal blow. Nor should it be forgotten that you were guilty of no less a sin when you deified your folly and presumed to shore up your contemptible thoughts with the prop of religion.
(p. 64)",,17782,"","""By your vague inductions you took men's minds off their guard and weakened their mental sinews.""","",2010-04-14 18:33:14 UTC,Chapter 2
6696,Mind's Eye,Reading,2010-04-14 18:35:16 UTC,"Let Plato next be summoned to the bar, that mocking wit, that swelling poet, that deluded theologian. Your philosophy, Plato, was but scraps of borrowed information polished and strung together. Your wisdom was a sham which you imposed by an affectation of ignorance. By your vague inductions you took men's minds off their guard and weakened their mental sinews. But you had at least the merit of supplying table-talk for men of culture and experience of affairs, even indeed of adding grace and charm to everyday conversation. When, however, you gave out the falsehood that truth is, as it were, the native inhabitant of the human mind and need not come in from, outside to take up its abode there; when you turned our minds away from observation, away from things, to which it is impossible we should ever be sufficiently respectful and attentive; when you taught us to turn our mind's eye inward and grovel before our own blind and confused idols under the name of contemplative philosophy; then truly you dealt us a mortal blow. Nor should it be forgotten that you were guilty of no less a sin when you deified your folly and presumed to shore up your contemptible thoughts with the prop of religion.
(p. 64)",,17783,"","""When, however, you gave out the falsehood that truth is, as it were, the native inhabitant of the human mind and need not come in from, outside to take up its abode there; when you turned our minds away from observation, away from things, to which it is impossible we should ever be sufficiently respectful and attentive; when you taught us to turn our mind's eye inward and grovel before our own blind and confused idols under the name of contemplative philosophy; then truly you dealt us a mortal blow.""","",2010-04-14 18:35:16 UTC,Chapter 2
3474,"",Reading,2011-05-20 20:17:58 UTC,"HAMLET
To be, or not to be; that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles,
And, by opposing, end them. To die, to sleep --
No more, and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to -- 'tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished. To die, to sleep.
To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub,
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause. There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life,
For who would bear the whips and scorns of time,
Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of disprized love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of th' unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin? Who would these fardels bear,
To grunt and sweat under a weary life,
But that the dread of something after death,
The undiscovered country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus the native hue of resolution
Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry,
And lose the name of action. Soft you, now,
The fair Ophelia! -- Nymph, in thy orisons
Be all my sins remembered.
(III.i)",,18458,"","""Thus conscience does make cowards of us all, / And thus the native hue of resolution / Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought, / And enterprises of great pith and moment / With this regard their currents turn awry, / And lose the name of action.""","",2011-05-20 20:18:13 UTC,"Act III, Scene i"