id,updated_at,text,provenance,metaphor,dictionary,comments,theme,work_id,reviewed_on,created_at,context
14183,2014-07-11 20:25:03 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)","","""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,"•INTEREST. Cross-reference: Plato's Phaedrus.
•I've included thrice: Animals and Uncategorized and Government
• USED IN ENTRY","",5268,2012-04-19,2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,Act III. Scene ii.
14739,2012-01-12 20:57:26 UTC,"Thee, Lysaght, lovely as the summer rose;
On whom, in vain, the breath of envy blows;
Thee, Lysaght, thee, the muse would justly praise,
On that high theme would fain exalt her lays:
Thy beauty rises like the rising day,
And drives the clouds of malice far away;
The shafts of rancour at thy feet see fall,
Thy beauty blunts, thy virtue spurns them all:
Victorious in thy march, triumphant move,
Arm'd by each grace, each virtue, and each love;
These inmates firm, these bright, these strong allies,
Reign in thy soul, and conquer in thy eyes:
The muse ambitious would exalt her fame,
And graft her lawrel on thy envy'd name.",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),"""Victorious in thy march, triumphant move, / Arm'd by each grace, each virtue, and each love; / These inmates firm, these bright, these strong allies, / Reign in thy soul, and conquer in thy eyes.""",Inhabitants,"•I've included twice: Rule of Grace, Virtue, and Love and Inhabitants
","",5505,2012-01-12,2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,""
15428,2013-06-04 16:48:01 UTC,"O'erbreath'd we come where, 'twixt impending hills,
Ran the joint current of two gurgling rills;
On either hand, adown each fearful steep,
Hung forth the shaggy horrors, dark and deep:
Here, thro' brown umbrage, glow'd the vivid green,
And headlong slopes, and winding paths between;
Growth above many a growth, tall trees arose,
The tops of these scarce veil'd the roots of those;
A winding court where wandering fancy walk'd
And to herself responsive Echo talk'd.
","Searching ""fancy"" and ""court"" in HDIS (Poetry)","""The tops of these scarce veil'd the roots of those; / A winding court where wandering fancy walk'd / And to herself responsive Echo talk'd.""",Inhabitants,•INTEREST. Metaphor of mind is here exterior?,Inner and Outer,5782,,2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,""