text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"This is too manifest in the Character of Artonio, the vilest Zarazian in Albigion, and one who is universally hated, even by his own Party. Who is so far from being rul'd by Reason, that he suffers himself to be carried away by every little Perswasion of Interest; for whose Sake he certainly precipitates himself upon some cholerick Action, the Event whereof sullies his Honour with the darkest Stains of Infamy and Disgrace; but that he values no more than he does Religion, which he observes as little as he does paying his Debts. But Generous Spirits exercise more Humanity towards them who have oblig'd them, than they whom they oblige, as we may see by Experience practis'd in the Triumphs of Great Men. All the World knows it is an Heroick Action not to be transported by our Passions; and tho' they may chance to assault our Wills, yet that Judgment that governs 'em will make us relish our Reasons. In short, the ill Life and Conversation of this Zarazian has obscur'd all the Great Achievements of his Politicks.
(II, pp. 96-7)",2013-06-21 15:39:44 UTC,"""All the World knows it is an Heroick Action not to be transported by our Passions; and tho' they may chance to assault our Wills, yet that Judgment that governs 'em will make us relish our Reasons""",2004-11-24 00:00:00 UTC,Part II,"",,"",•I've included twice: Assault and Ruler,Searching HDIS (Prose); found again in C-H Lion,10461,4040
"While Passions in their Breasts ungovern'd rage,
Distract the Mind, and War intestine wage,
Reason divine from her high Throne descends,
Lays by her Scepter, and her Pow'r suspends.
Mean time, transform'd, they various Shapes assume,
These rav'ning Bears, and Lyons those become,
Some odious Swine, some Goats, and Asses some.
",2012-07-02 14:13:20 UTC,"""While Passions in their Breasts ungovern'd rage, / Distract the Mind, and War intestine wage, / Reason divine from her high Throne descends, / Lays by her Scepter, and her Pow'r suspends.""",2004-07-14 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2012-07-01,Throne,•I've included twice: Anarchy and Civil War,Searching HDIS (Poetry),10688,4153
" See, how resistless Orators perswade,
Draw out their Forces, and the Heart invade:
Touch ev'ry Spring and Movement of the Soul,
This Appetite excite, and That controul.
Their pow'rful Voice can flying Troops arrest,
Confirm the weak, and melt th' obdurate Breast;
Chace from the sad their melancholly Air,
Sooth Discontent, and solace anxious Care.
When threat'ning Tides of Rage and Anger rise,
Usurp the Throne, and Reason's Sway despise,
When in the Seats of Life this Tempest reigns,
Beats thro' the Heart, and drives along the Veins,
See, Eloquence with Force perswasive binds
The restless Waves, and charms the warring Winds:
Resistless bids tumultuous Uproar cease,
Recals the Calm, and gives the Bosom Peace.
(VII, ll. 354-369, pp. 332-3)",2013-08-07 14:06:53 UTC,"""When threat'ning Tides of Rage and Anger rise, / Usurp the Throne, and Reason's Sway despise, / When in the Seats of Life this Tempest reigns, / Beats thro' the Heart, and drives along the Veins, / See, Eloquence with Force perswasive binds / The restless Waves, and charms the warring Winds: Resistless bids tumultuous Uproar cease, / Recals the Calm, and gives the Bosom Peace.""",2004-07-15 00:00:00 UTC,Book VII,"",,Throne,"•I've included four times: Weather, Liquid, Government, Rule and Subjection",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),10751,4167
"Whatever Philosopher, Critick, or Author is convinc'd of this Prerogative of Nature, will easily be persuaded to apply himself to the great Work of reforming his Taste; which he will have reason to suspect, if he be not such a one as has deliberately endeavour'd to frame it by the just Standard of Nature. Whether this be his Case, he will easily discover, by appealing to his Memory. For Custom and Fashion are powerful Seducers: And he must of necessity have fought hard against these, to have attain'd that Justness of Taste, which is requir'd in one who pretends to follow Nature. But if no such Conflict can be call'd to mind; 'tis a certain Token that the Party has his Taste very little different from the Vulgar. And on this account he shou'd instantly betake himself to the wholesom Practice recommended in this Treatise. He shou'd set afoot the powerfullest Facultys of his Mind, and assemble the best Forces of his Wit and Judgment, in order to make a formal Descent on the Territorys of the Heart: resolving to decline no Combat, nor hearken to any Terms, till he had pierc'd into its inmost Provinces, and reach'd the Seat of Empire. No Treatys shou'd amuse him; no Advantages lead him aside. All other Speculations shou'd be suspended, all other Mysterys resign'd; till this necessary Campaign was made, and these inward Conflicts learnt; by which he wou'd be able to gain at least some tolerable Insight into himself, and Knowledg of his own natural Principles.
(pp. 354-5; cf. pp. 186-7 in 1710 edition; p. 158 in Klein)",2014-07-10 21:33:17 UTC,"""He shou'd set afoot the powerfullest Facultys of his Mind, and assemble the best Forces of his Wit and Judgment, in order to make a formal Descent on the Territorys of the Heart: resolving to decline no Combat, nor hearken to any Terms, till he had pierc'd into its inmost Provinces, and reach'd the Seat of Empire.""",2010-06-01 16:44:31 UTC,"Part III, section iii",Psychomachia,,Empire,"•INTEREST. This is strange: an exhortation is to invade oneself!
•USE IN ENTRY.
•Note, this was assigned to the wrong work orginally (by Marsh?). Record created on 2004-03-03 00:00:00 UTC. I located the passage.","Reading Robert Marsh's Four Dialectical Theories of Poetry: An Aspect of English Neoclassical Criticism (Chicago and London: The University of Chicago Press, 1965), ch. 2. Metaphor confirmed in Google Books.",17831,4136
"Queen. In such an endless Maze I rove,
Lost in Labyrinths of Love,
My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns,
While Fear and Rage
With Hope engage,
And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.
(I.i, p. 3)",2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,"""Lost in Labyrinths of Love, / My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns, / While Fear and Rage / With Hope engage, / And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.""",2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,"Act I, Scene i","",,"","",Searching in Google Books,20542,7410
"Tonnario, no Enemy to Volpone and Zarah, and a Friend in the Interest with those Lords then Discoursing, standing near, and hearing great Part of what had been said, join'd Company with them, and spoke thus, My Lords, If I may have the Liberty to give my Opinion of the Affair you seem to take Notice of betwixt Volpone and Zarah ; that Lady hath never much troubled her self at what either the C---t or the Town hath said concerning her frequent meeting Early and Late with Volpone, since they are so nearly Ally'd. Tho' some Enemies and Ill-natur'd People, censure her Guilty of a great deal of Im---, for showing so little Shame at it, yet the most Religious and Moderate Sort of People are perswaded to the contrary, and the most clear-sighted Eyes turn it to her Advantage, that her Constancy and Perseverance in the Matter are the Justification of her Innocence; and that good Intentions never make any Account at all of the Noise rais'd from Detraction: Guilt is never without a Character, we may Read it in the Criminals Faces; it will appear in their very Eyes, and express that the Contempt of Virtue hath caused an Insurrection of the Passions.
(II, p. 30)",2013-06-21 15:55:11 UTC,"""Guilt is never without a Character, we may Read it in the Criminals Faces; it will appear in their very Eyes, and express that the Contempt of Virtue hath caused an Insurrection of the Passions.""",2013-06-21 15:54:38 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants,"",Searching in C-H Lion,21097,4040
"The Noise of this Resentment struck Zarah's Ears with an unusual Surprize, she was troubled at it extreamly, and some say sigh'd for Sorrow, which she was scarce ever known to do before, but her better Thoughts prevail'd upon her at that Time, and she reproach'd herself for such Base Designs. But it is a ticklish Business for a Woman to repent of a Thing that extreamly delights her; and she seldom charges herself home for a Fault so pleasing as Revenge. For these Reproaches of Zarah against her self were not altogether the most violent that might be expected from one that pretended to have a real Sense of a Fault, but rather from one that was disappointed, that her Designs cou'd not have their intended Effect, so that sometimes she wou'd be angry with herself for making so much ado. At last, being assaulted by Turns, on the one Side by Reason, and the other by Interest and Passion, she got up early in the Morning, without having been able to take any other Resolution, than to yield her self up, if possible, to be govern'd by Volpone, and be for the future meerly Passive in the Management of that Business which so long had ruin'd her Repose.
(II, pp. 58-60)",2013-06-21 15:56:47 UTC,"""At last, being assaulted by Turns, on the one Side by Reason, and the other by Interest and Passion, she got up early in the Morning, without having been able to take any other Resolution, than to yield her self up, if possible, to be govern'd by Volpone, and be for the future meerly Passive in the Management of that Business which so long had ruin'd her Repose.""",2013-06-21 15:56:47 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in C-H Lion,21098,4040
"Every Man indeed who is not absolutely beside himself, must of necessity hold his Fancys under some kind of Discipline and Management. The stricter this Discipline is, the more the Man is rational and in his Wits. The looser it is, the more fantastical he must be, and the nearer to the Madman's State. This is a Business which can never stand still. I must always be Winner or Loser at the Game. Either I work upon my Fancys, or They on Me. If I give Quarter, They won't. There can be no Truce, no Suspension of Arms between us. The one or the other must be superiour, and have the Command. For if the Fancys are left to themselves, the Government must, of course, be theirs. And then, what difference between such a State and Madness?
(p. 323; p. 144 in Klein)",2013-07-10 16:32:25 UTC,"""Either I work upon my Fancys, or They on Me. If I give Quarter, They won't. There can be no Truce, no Suspension of Arms between us. The one or the other must be superiour, and have the Command. For if the Fancys are left to themselves, the Government must, of course, be theirs. And then, what difference between such a State and Madness?""",2013-07-10 16:32:25 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants,"",Reading,21614,4136
"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us,
And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us:
Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain,
And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign:
Wit-unconcoct is the Extream of Sloth,
And too much Sense is the Extream of both;
Abstracted-Wit 'Tis own'd is a Disease,
But Sense-abstracted has no Power to please:
For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense,
And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense:
Meer Sense is sullen; stiff, and unpolite,
Meer Wit is Apoplectick, thin, and light:
Wit is a King without a Parliament,
And Sense a Democratick Government:
Wit, like the French, wher'e'er it reigns destroys,
And Sense advanc'd is apt to Tyrannize:
Wit without Sense is like the Laughing-Evil,
And Sense unmix'd with Fancy is the D---l.
Wit is a Standing-Army Government,
And Sense a sullen stubborn P---t:
Wit by its haste anticipates its Fate,
And so does Sense by being obstinate:
Wit without Sense in Verse is all but Farce,
Sense without Wit in Verse is all mine A---.
Wit, like the French, performs before it thinks,
And thoughtful Sense without Performance sinks;
Sense without Wit is Flegmatick and pale,
And is all Head, forsooth, without a Tail:
Wit without Sense is Cholerick and Red,
Has Tail enough indeed, but has no Head.
Wit, like the jangling Chimes, rings all in one,
Till Sense, the Artist, sets them into Tune:
Wit, like the Belly, if it be not fed,
Will starve the Members, and distract the Head.
Wit is the Fruitful Womb where Thoughts conceive,
Sense is the Vital Heat which Life and Form must give:
Wit is the Teeming Mother brings them forth,
Sense is the Active Father gives them Worth.
United: Wit and Sense, makes Science thrive,
Divided: neither Wit nor Sense can live;
For while the Parties eagerly contend,
The Mortal Strife must in their mutual Ruin end.
(pp. 165-7, ll. 353-394)",2013-09-18 15:04:13 UTC,"""Wit is a Standing-Army Government, / And Sense a sullen stubborn P---t.""",2013-09-18 15:04:13 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,22798,7682
"For thus old Saws foretel, and Helenus
Anchises drooping Son enliven'd thus;
When Ilium now was in a sinking State;
And he was doubtful of his future Fate:
O Goddess born, with thy hard Fortune strive,
Troy never can be lost, and thou alive.
Thy Passage thou shalt free through Fire and Sword,
And Troy in Foreign Lands shall be restor'd.
In happier Fields a rising Town I see,
Greater than what e'er was, or is, or e'er shall be:
And Heav'n yet owes the: World a Race deriv'd from Thee.
Sages, and Chiefs of other Lineage born
The City shall extend, extended shall adorn:
But from Julus he must draw his Breath,
By whom thy Rome shall rule the conquer'd Earth:
Whom Heav'n will lend Mankind on Earth to reign,
And late require the precious Pledge again.
This Helenus to great AEneas told,
Which I retain, e'er since in other Mould:
My Soul was cloath'd; and now rejoice to view
My Country Walls rebuilt, and Troy reviv'd anew,
Rais'd by the fall: Decreed by Loss to Gain;
Enslav'd but to be free, and conquer'd but to reign.
(pp. 527-8; cf. pp. 831-2 in OUP)",2014-05-26 20:23:27 UTC,"""This Helenus to great AEneas told, / Which I retain, e'er since in other Mould: / My Soul was cloath'd; and now rejoice to view / My Country Walls rebuilt, and Troy reviv'd anew, / Rais'd by the fall: Decreed by Loss to Gain; / Enslav'd but to be free, and conquer'd but to reign.""",2014-05-26 20:23:16 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading ,23863,7163