work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
5088,Ruling Passion,"Searching HDIS (Prose) for ""ruling passion""; text from ECCO-TCP.",2004-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"WHEN a man gives himself up to the government of a ruling passion,--or, in other words, when his HOBBY-HORSE grows head-strong,--farewell cool reason and fair discretion!
My uncle Toby's wound was near well, and as soon as the surgeon recovered his surprize, and could get leave to say as much--he told him, 'twas just beginning to incarnate; and that if no fresh exfoliation happen'd, which there was no signs of,--it would be dried up in five or six weeks. The sound of as many olympiads twelve hours before, would have convey'd an idea of shorter duration to my uncle Toby's mind.--The succession of his ideas was now rapid,--he broil'd with impatience to put his design in execution;--and so, without consulting further with any soul living,--which, by the bye, I think is right, when you are predetermined to take no one soul's advice,--he privately ordered Trim, his man, to pack up a bundle of lint and dressings, and hire a chariot and four to be at the door exactly by twelve o'clock that day, when he knew my father would be upon 'Change.--So leaving a bank-note upon the table for the surgeon's care of him, and a letter of tender thanks for his brother's,--he pack'd up his maps, his books of fortification, his instruments, &c.--and, by the help of a crutch on one side, and Trim on the other,--my uncle Toby embark'd for Shandy-Hall.
(II.v, pp. 29-31)",2011-09-23,13699,This entry had corrupted text in it: FIXED 7/23/2014. ,"""When a man gives himself up to the government of a ruling passion,--or, in other words, when his Hobby-Horse grows head-strong,--farewell cool reason and fair discretion!""",Animals,2014-07-23 17:04:44 UTC,"Volume II, Chap. v."
5268,"","",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"WAGG.
Well but stay darling don't cry--Lord help it, how it's little breast pants and heaves; you say this officer took you away; where did he take you chicken?
PRIS.
To his lodging, for he said he loved me so, he could not live without me, and if I did not comply with his desires, he said, he would kill himself on the spot.
BARN.
Comply with his desires!
PRIS.
I knew now, he would be in a passion.
WAGG.
Contain yourself, worthy, Sir; you hear this young fellow loved her; alas! Mr. Barnacle what is man? Man in this world, Sir, may be compared to a hackney-coach upon a stand; continually subject to be drawn by his unruly appetites, on one foolish jaunt or another; but you will say, if his appetites are horses, which as it were drag him along, reason is the coachman to rule those horses--But, Sir, when the coachman reason, is drunk with passion--
BARN.
Hark you hussy, I have but one question more to ask you, are you ruin'd, or not?
PRIS.
Oh ho--he, he, he.
(III.ii, pp. 50-1)",2012-04-19,14183,"•INTEREST. Cross-reference: Plato's Phaedrus.
•I've included thrice: Animals and Uncategorized and Government
• USED IN ENTRY","""Man in this world, Sir, may be compared to a hackney-coach upon a stand; continually subject to be drawn by his unruly appetites, on one foolish jaunt or another; but you will say, if his appetites are horses, which as it were drag him along, reason is the coachman to rule those horses--But, Sir, when the coachman reason, is drunk with passion--""",Beasts and Inhabitants,2014-07-11 20:25:03 UTC,Act III. Scene ii.
5505,"",HDIS,2004-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,"How epic wonders here the soul delight!
There, distant beauties strain th' impassion'd sight;
See rocks coeval with the world arise,
Whose cloud-swept groves seem waving in the skies;
By ages furrow'd deep, with time-plow'd mien,
With adverse frowns, with fractur'd foreheads seen,
Whilst Neptune rolls his rapid tides between.
See Wealth quick flying in the freighted gale,
See East, see West expand th' impatient sail;
Here earth, here ocean, mountains, rocks unite,
And in harmonious discord give delight;
There, princely piles in classic taste express'd,
In Grecian garb, in Roman grandeur dress'd,
A line of palaces o'erlook the town,
That with a jealous pride the prospect crown:
On different heights they stand in stately strife,
Like rank and dignity in moral life:
In various climax court th' attracted eyes,
The objects changing as the structures rise:
From pile to pile a prospect new appears,
And now the hills and now the river cheers.
See num'rous ships with sudden glance shoot by,
The sails and streamers only strike the eye:
Between th' embracing banks, for ever green,
They seem to move on land, their bulk unseen;
By glad propitious gales impatient blown,
With rapid speed and motion not their own.
See next a steeple on yon hill appear,
Yon distant hill, the Proteus of the year;
From whose oft-changing look, the watchful swain
Foretells the weather, and avoids the rain.
The blue ætherial hills see last uprise,
In azure robe to meet the bending skies.
Here pendent gardens with rich fruits appear,
The rip'ning bounty of the lavish year.
The temple rais'd above the group see sway,
And all th' extended various view survey.
Divine ambition in the choice is found,
Nay taste itself mark'd out the sacred ground;
With holy pride the lofty seat to shew,
And reign exulting o'er the world below;
Where some on others look with scornful phlegm,
Whilst others look with equal scorn on them;
With mole-hill malice dash the cup of life,
An inch in difference makes the mountain strife:
From proud comparison we quaff our all,
That source of human sweets, or human gall:
At which the restless soul impatient pants,
Begets her anguish, and creates her wants.
Oh frantic fallacy! oh brain-sick need!
Shall thy sleek beaver make my bosom bleed?
Thy better buckled belt make me repine,
Or if thy nails be closer cut than mine?
Shall I my lips with inward anguish bite,
If thy black kitten's tail be tipt with white?
Or if thy leeks than mine should greener grow,
And make thy fancied bliss, my real woe?
Envy in courts and cottages will dwell,
Nay climb to heaven itself, tho' born in hell:
In every living bosom lurks this pest,
But reigns unrival'd in the human breast;
On reason's throne usurps a thorny part,
And plants a thousand daggers in the heart.
(Cf. pp. 2-5 in 1767 ed.)",,14730,"•I've included twice in Government: Rule of Envy and Throne
•Added Animals","""Envy in courts and cottages will dwell, / Nay climb to heaven itself, tho' born in hell: / In every living bosom lurks this pest, / But reigns unrival'd in the human breast; / On reason's throne usurps a thorny part, / And plants a thousand daggers in the heart.""",Animals and Empire,2013-10-13 02:34:05 UTC,""