work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3913,"",HDIS,2004-08-30 00:00:00 UTC,"FERN.
And might I chuse a Wife 'mongst you bright Host of Radiant Angels, thee I'de prefer before 'em;
[Runs and Embraces her.
Oh thou dear Charmer, thou hast once more won me, cur'd my dull Sight, and made me see my Folly, shot thy Perfections to my Heart, so strongly, they shall live there for ever.'
DOROTH.
Oh killing Joy.'
LUSIND
Ay, now my Lord I honour ye, this was a noble conquest o're your Passions.'
FERN.
Ah Madam, 'tis with Shame I bend my Knee to beg your Pardon for my Brutal Folly, I was Inchanted, Mad.'
LUSCIND.
Not more my Lord, you have it.'
FERN.
Heaven, what a thing is Man when Reason leaves him, but I'll retreive my Fame by my new Services, I'll seek Cardenio out, heal his Lovesick Frenzy, and fraught with Joys present him to your Arms.'",,10141,"","On may achieve a ""noble conquest"" over his own passions","",2009-09-14 19:34:45 UTC,"Act III, Scene i"
4243,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again in ECCO",2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Of Nature's gifts no excellence we find,
But is resembled in a spurious kind;
Whate'er is shining, has some copy still,
Which imitates the genuine picture ill.
So awkward Mucius, with impure desires,
To elegant Petronio's fame aspires;
So Learning is in S---n and Salter seen,
And Cloe's amble mocks Clarissa's mien.
One truth I would conceal from Love and Thee,
Ev'n Beauty from imposture is not free:
Our shining Picts with borrow'd lustre reign,
And o'er our hearts felonious conquests gain:
They buy the artful beauties which they wear,
And every Nymph, that is not poor, is fair:
To blend with skill the blushing red, is known,
And glaze the neck with lilies not its own,
To teach the coral on the lip to stand,
And polish with eburnean white the hand:
The swains, whose souls in dying murmurs waste,
See not, they pine for wash, and sigh for paste:
Each the complection, that she loves, can frame,
And is at will another or the same:
Her whom the evening saw a gay brunette,
The morning oft admires in lovely jett;
The same that sleeps with eye-brows of japan,
To-morrow shines more snowy than the swan;
She on whose cheek too high the colour glows,
Mingles the softer olive with the rose;
Her lover views, with doubts perplexing tost,
Another face, and mourns his mistress lost.
(pp. 36-7 in Works; unconfirmed in orig.)",,11035,"","Beauty is not free from imposture: ""Our shining Picts with borrow'd lustre reign, / And o'er our hearts felonious conquests gain""",Empire,2014-02-07 16:54:23 UTC,""
7400,"",Reading,2013-06-05 21:02:12 UTC,"O treacherous Conscience! while she seems to sleep
On rose and myrtle, lull'd with siren song;
While she seems, nodding o'er her charge, to drop
On headlong appetite the slacken'd rein,
And give us up to licence, unrecall'd,
Unmark'd,---see, from behind her secret stand,
The sly informer minutes every fault,
And her dread diary with horror fills.
Not the gross act alone employs her pen;
She reconnoitres Fancy's airy band,
A watchful foe! the formidable spy,
Listening, o'erhears the whispers of our camp;
Our dawning purposes of heart explores,
And steals our embryos of iniquity.
As all-rapacious usurers conceal
Their Doomsday-book from all-consuming heirs;
Thus, with indulgence most severe, she treats
Us spendthrifts of inestimable time;
Unnoted, notes each moment misapplied;
In leaves more durable than leaves of brass,
Writes our whole history; which Death shall read
In every pale delinquent's private ear;
And Judgment publish; publish to more worlds
Than this; and endless Age in groans resound.
Lorenzo, such that sleeper in thy breast!
Such is her slumber; and her vengeance such
For slighted counsel; such thy future peace!
And think'st thou still thou canst be wise too soon?
(ll. 256-283, pp. 57-8 in CUP edition)",,20402,"","""Not the gross act alone employs her pen; / She reconnoitres Fancy's airy band, / A watchful foe! the formidable spy, / Listening, o'erhears the whispers of our camp; / Our dawning purposes of heart explores, / And steals our embryos of iniquity.""",Inhabitants,2013-06-05 21:02:12 UTC,Night the Second
7400,"",Reading,2013-06-05 21:25:02 UTC,"Know'st thou, Lorenzo, what a friend contains?
As bees mix'd nectar draw from fragrant flowers,
So men, from FRIENDSHIP, wisdom and delight;
Twins tied by Nature, if they part, they die.
Hast thou no friend to set thy mind abroach?
Good sense will stagnate. Thoughts shut up want air,
And spoil, like bales unopen'd to the sun.
Had thought been all, sweet speech had been denied;
Speech, thought's canal! speech, thought's criterion too!
Thought in the mine may come forth gold or dross;
When coin'd in word, we know its real worth.
If sterling, store it for thy future use;
'Twill buy thee benefit; perhaps, renown.
Thought, too, deliver'd, is the more possess'd:
Teaching we learn; and giving we retain
The births of intellect; when dumb, forgot.
Speech ventilates our intellectual fire;
Speech burnishes our mental magazine,
Brightens for ornament, and whets for use.
What numbers, sheath'd in erudition, lie,
Plunged to the hilts in venerable tomes,
And rusted in; who might have borne an edge,
And play'd a sprightly beam, if born to speech;
If born blest heirs of half their mother's tongue!
'Tis thought's exchange which, like the' alternate push
Of waves conflicting, breaks the learned scum,
And defecates the student's standing pool.
(ll. 461-487, p. 63 in CUP edition)",,20413,"","""Speech ventilates our intellectual fire; / Speech burnishes our mental magazine, / Brightens for ornament, and whets for use.""","",2013-06-05 21:25:02 UTC,Night the Second
7407,"",Reading,2013-06-10 19:21:55 UTC,"Wit dares attempt this arduous enterprise.
Since joys of Sense can't rise to Reason's taste,
In subtle Sophistry's laborious forge
Wit hammers out a reason new, that stoops
To sordid scenes, and greets them with applause.
Wit calls the Graces the chaste zone to loose,
Nor less than a plump god to fill the bowl;
A thousand phantoms, and a thousand spells,
A thousand opiates scatters to delude,
To fascinate, inebriate, lay asleep,
And the fool'd mind delightfully confound.
Thus that which shock'd the Judgment, shocks no more;
That which gave Pride offence, no more offends.
Pleasure and Pride, by nature mortal foes,
At war eternal which in man shall reign,
By Wit's address, patch up a fatal peace,
And hand in hand lead on the rank debauch,
From rank refined to delicate and gay.
Art, cursed Art! wipes off the' indebted blush
From Nature's cheek, and bronzes every shame.
Man smiles in ruin, glories in his guilt,
And Infamy stands candidate for praise.
(ll. 25-46, pp. 117-8 in CUP edition)",,20473,"","""Pleasure and Pride, by nature mortal foes, / At war eternal which in man shall reign, / By Wit's address, patch up a fatal peace, / And hand in hand lead on the rank debauch, / From rank refined to delicate and gay.""","",2013-06-10 19:21:55 UTC,Night the Fifth
7407,"",Reading,2013-06-10 19:27:40 UTC,"Virtue for ever frail, as fair, below,
Her tender nature suffers in the crowd,
Nor touches on the world without a stain.
The world's infectious; few bring back at eve,
Immaculate, the manners of the morn.
Something we thought, is blotted; we resolved,
Is shaken; we renounced, returns again.
Each salutation may slide-in a sin
Unthought before, or fix a former flaw.
Nor is it strange; light, motion, concourse, noise,
All scatter us abroad; Thought, outward-bound,
Neglectful of our home-affairs, flies off
In fume and dissipation, quits her charge,
And leaves the breast unguarded to the foe.
(ll. 139-52, pp. 120-1 in CUP edition)",,20478,"","""Nor is it strange; light, motion, concourse, noise, / All scatter us abroad; Thought, outward-bound, / Neglectful of our home-affairs, flies off / In fume and dissipation, quits her charge, / And leaves the breast unguarded to the foe.""",Empire,2013-06-10 19:27:40 UTC,Night the Fifth
7411,"",Reading,2013-06-12 17:28:23 UTC,"""Why life, a moment? infinite, desire?
""Our wish, eternity? our home, the grave?
""Heaven's promise dormant lies in human hope;
""Who wishes life immortal, proves it too.
""Why happiness pursued, though never found?
""Man's thirst of happiness declares It is ;
""(For Nature never gravitates to nought;)
""That thirst unquench'd declares, It is not here.
""My Lucia, thy Clarissa, call to thought.
""Why cordial friendship riveted so deep,
""(As hearts, to pierce at first, at parting rend,)
""If friend and friendship vanish in an hour?
""Is not this Torment in the mask of Joy?
""Why by Reflection marr'd the joys of Sense?
""Why Past and Future preying on our hearts,
""And putting all our present joys to death?
""Why labours Reason? Instinct were as well;
""Instinct, far better; what can choose, can err:
""O how infallible the thoughtless brute!
""'Twere well His Holiness were half as sure.
""Reason with Inclination why at war?
""Why sense of guilt? Why Conscience up in arms?""
(ll. 606-627, pp. 194-5 in CUP edition)",,20574,"","""""Reason with Inclination why at war? / Why sense of guilt? Why Conscience up in arms?""",Inhabitants,2013-06-12 17:28:23 UTC,Night the Seventh
7414,"","Searching Tonson's Miscellanies in Google Books
",2013-06-12 20:50:31 UTC,"Mean while Medea, seiz'd with fierce Desire,
By Reason strives to quench the raging Fire;
But strives in vain!--Some God (said she) withstands,
And Reason's baffl'd Council countermands.
What unseen Pow'r does this Disorder move?
'Tis Love,--at least 'tis like what Men call Love.
Else wherefore shou'd the King's Commands appear
To me too hard?--But so indeed they are.
Why shou'd I for a Stranger fear, lest he
Shou'd perish, whom I did but lately see?
His Death or Safety what are they to me?
Wretch, from thy Virgin-Breast this Flame expel,
And soon--Oh cou'd I, all wou'd then be well!
But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades;
Discretion this, Affection that perswades.
I see the Right, and I approve it too,
Condemn the Wrong,--and yet the Wrong pursue.
Why, Royal Maid, shou'dst thou desire to wed
A Wanderer, and court a Foreign Bed?
Thy Native Land, tho' barb'rous, can present
A Bridegroom worth a Royal Bride's Consent:
And whether this Advent'rer lives or dies,
In Fate and Fortune's fickle Pleasure lies.
Yet may he live! for to the Pow'rs above,
A Virgin, led by no Impulse of Love,
So just a Suit may, for the guiltless, move.
(pp. 143-4)",,20602,"","""But Love, resistless Love my Soul invades; / Discretion this, Affection that perswades.""",Empire,2013-06-12 20:50:31 UTC,""
7619,"",LION,2013-08-17 21:29:01 UTC,"DON ALONZO
Oh, what a Pain to think! when every Thought,
Perplexing Thought in Intricacies runs,
And Reason knits th'inextricable Toil
In which her self is taken. I am lost,
Poor Insect that I am, I am involv'd,
And bury'd in the Web my self have wrought.
One Argument is ballanc'd by another,
And Reason Reason meets in doubtful Fight,
And Proofs are countermin'd by equal Proofs.
No more I'll bear this Battel of the Mind,
This inward Anarchy; but find my Wife,
And to her trembling Heart presenting Death,
Force all the Secret from her.
(IV.i, p. 36)",,22304,"","""One Argument is ballanc'd by another, / And Reason Reason meets in doubtful Fight, / And Proofs are countermin'd by equal Proofs. / No more I'll bear this Battel of the Mind, / This inward Anarchy.""","",2013-08-17 21:29:01 UTC,Act IV
7665,"",Reading,2013-09-02 03:20:49 UTC,"Imagination is the Paphian shop,
Where feeble Happiness, like Vulcan, lame,
Bids foul Ideas, in their dark recess,
And hot as hell, (which kindled the black fires,)
With wanton art, those fatal arrows form
Which murder all thy time, health, wealth, and fame.
Wouldst thou receive them, other Thoughts there are,
On angel-wing, descending from above,
Which these, with art Divine, would counterwork,
And form celestial armour for thy peace.
(p. 175, ll. 994-1003)",,22640,"","""Imagination is the Paphian shop, / Where feeble Happiness, like Vulcan, lame, / Bids foul Ideas, in their dark recess, / And hot as hell, (which kindled the black fires,) / With wanton art, those fatal arrows form / Which murder all thy time, health, wealth, and fame.""",Metal,2013-09-02 03:20:49 UTC,Night the Eighth