text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"Ye Princes by destructive Passions led,
Who mount without a Blush th'adult'rous Bed,
Who hear your Subjects all around complain
Of Wrongs, repeated Wrongs, on Land and Main,
While all your Counsels are yourselves to please,
And while ye batten in inglorious Ease,
'Tis Virtue only can your Crowns adorn:
O! learn to merit that to which ye're born!
Think of th'illustrious dead, whose ev'ry Name
Is borne triumphant on the Wings of Fame:
In ev'ry Corner of the Earth they're known,
And all Eternity to come's their own:
And, O! ye Sons who next to Empire stand,
Heirs to Dominion over Sea and Land,
Waste not the Hours of Youth in shameful Jars,
Wage with a Father no domestic Wars;
Let it be never say'd ye go to School
To the pert Coxcomb, and delib'rate Fool:
Seek not the Praise of such who gain no Praise;
Like Nero dance, nor fiddle, out your Days:
Attend the friendly Voice! 'tis Glory calls
To shine in Council, and to scale the Walls.
Shake the rapacious Statesman off, the Slave
Whom Gold can buy; shake off the Fool and Knave.
Turn o'er the sacred Volume of the Laws,
By your Forefathers made in Virtue's Cause:
See what obnoxious Vices still remain,
Which there's no Law, no Bridle, to restrain;
Study to make the Nation's Freedom sure,
The Lives and Propertys of all secure:
In doing these ye act the princely Part,
And build your Empires in the People's Heart;
No Guards ye then shall need, where-e'er ye go;
There is no Danger where there is no Foe.
These are the Virtues of exalted Souls,
Which no mean Care, nor abject Fear, controuls.
(pp. 11-12 in 1738 printing)",2013-09-30 19:53:19 UTC,"""Ye Princes by destructive Passions led / Who mount without a Blush th'adult'rous Bed / Who hear your Subjects all around complain / Of Wrongs, repeated Wrongs, on Land and Main, / While all your Counsels are yourselves to please, / And while ye batten in inglorious Ease, / 'Tis Virtue only can your Crowns adorn.""",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"",Ruling Passions,,"","","Searching ""empire"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",12438,4716
"Ye Princes by destructive Passions led,
Who mount without a Blush th'adult'rous Bed,
Who hear your Subjects all around complain
Of Wrongs, repeated Wrongs, on Land and Main,
While all your Counsels are yourselves to please,
And while ye batten in inglorious Ease,
'Tis Virtue only can your Crowns adorn:
O! learn to merit that to which ye're born!
Think of th'illustrious dead, whose ev'ry Name
Is borne triumphant on the Wings of Fame:
In ev'ry Corner of the Earth they're known,
And all Eternity to come's their own:
And, O! ye Sons who next to Empire stand,
Heirs to Dominion over Sea and Land,
Waste not the Hours of Youth in shameful Jars,
Wage with a Father no domestic Wars;
Let it be never say'd ye go to School
To the pert Coxcomb, and delib'rate Fool:
Seek not the Praise of such who gain no Praise;
Like Nero dance, nor fiddle, out your Days:
Attend the friendly Voice! 'tis Glory calls
To shine in Council, and to scale the Walls.
Shake the rapacious Statesman off, the Slave
Whom Gold can buy; shake off the Fool and Knave.
Turn o'er the sacred Volume of the Laws,
By your Forefathers made in Virtue's Cause:
See what obnoxious Vices still remain,
Which there's no Law, no Bridle, to restrain;
Study to make the Nation's Freedom sure,
The Lives and Propertys of all secure:
In doing these ye act the princely Part,
And build your Empires in the People's Heart;
No Guards ye then shall need, where-e'er ye go;
There is no Danger where there is no Foe.
These are the Virtues of exalted Souls,
Which no mean Care, nor abject Fear, controuls.
(pp. 11-12 in 1738 printing)",2013-09-30 19:56:48 UTC,"""In doing these ye act the princely Part, / And build your Empires in the People's Heart.""",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Empire,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",12440,4716
"""Come then that honest fame; whose temp'rate ray
""Or gilds the satire, or the moral lay;
""Which dawns, though thou, rough Donne! hew out the line:
""But beams, sage Horace! from each strain of thine.
""Oh, if like these, with conscious freedom bold,
""One Poet more his manly measures roll'd,
""Like these led forth the indignant Muse to brave
""The venal statesman, and the titled slave;
""To strip from frontless Vice her stars and strings,
""Nor spare her basking in the smile of kings:
""If grave, yet lively; rational, yet warm;
""Clear to convince, and eloquent to charm;
""He pour'd, for Virtue's cause, serene along
""The purest precept, in the sweetest song:
""If, for her cause, his heav'n-directed plan
""Mark'd each meander in the maze of man;
""Unmoved by sophistry, unawed by name,
""No dupe to doctrines, and no fool to fame;
""Led by no system's devious glare astray,
""That meteor-like, but glitters to betray.
""Yes, if his soul to reason's rule resign'd,
""And heaven's own views fair-opening on his mind,
""Caught from bright nature's flame the living ray,
""Through passion's cloud pour'd in resistless day;
""And taught mankind in reas'ning Pride's despite,
""That God is wise, and all that is right:
""If this his boast, pour here the welcome lays;
""Praise less than this is mockery of praise.""
",2011-03-26 18:51:16 UTC,"""'Yes, if his soul to reason's rule resign'd, / 'And heaven's own views fair-opening on his mind,/ 'Caught from bright nature's flame the living ray, / 'Through passion's cloud pour'd in resistless day; / 'And taught mankind in reas'ning Pride's despite, / 'That God is wise, and all that is right.'""",2004-06-17 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2011-03-26,"",•C-H draws from Mason's Works (1811). 1911 Encyclopedia gives 1744 as earliest printing. A monody for Pope.,"Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",12532,4744
"Wealth to acquire is most Men's sov'reign Care,
And then a Wife to bring that Wealth an Heir.
In Tracts of Waste th'improving Plowshare's seen,
And barren Heaths in fruitful Tilth are green.
Who's satisfy'd, however small his Store,
Should scorn to throw away a Wish for more.
No stately Equipage, no splendid Plate,
No sumptuous House, no Rent-roll of Estate,
E'er gave the fever'd Blood a Moment's Rest,
Or pluck'd one Thorn from out its Master's Breast.
Who thinks to know the use of Joy and Wealth,
Must first be well in Mind, and strong in Health.
Who lives in Fear, or longs with much for more,
Has just such Pleasure from his useless Store,
As Age-dim Eyes from Painting can receive,
Or Musick's Strains to Ears impostum'd give.
The tainted Cask sours all it does contain;
Shun Pleasures, ever bought too dear with Pain.
The Wretch that covets, always lives in Want,
Stint your Desire, Heav'n has no more to grant.
The envious fall to others Joy a Prey,
And as their Neighbours thrive, they pine away;
The Breasts that's Envy's Slave with Pains is prick'd
Beyond what fell Inquisitors inflict.
He who his rising Anger can't controul,
Shall rue the Sallies of his heated Soul,
Shall wish, in Agony of Heart, undone
What Passion will'd in absent Reason's Throne.
Anger's a short-liv'd Madness, and with Sway,
Rules Sovereign if not tutor'd to obey.
Keep strongly in the hot rebellious Mind,
Be it with Bits restrain'd, and Curbs confin'd.
The docile Horse in prime of Years is broke
To bear the Rein, or stretch beneath the Yoke.
The Whelp that hunts the Deer Skin round the Court,
Staunch loves the Field, nor ever quits the Sport.
Drink early then, my Friend, at Reason's Bowl,
And fill with wholesome Draughts thy youthful Soul.
If Wine or Gall the Recent Vessel stains,
Each Scent alike the faithful Cask retains.
(pp. 123, 125, 127)
",2013-06-11 02:08:16 UTC,"""He who his rising Anger can't controul, / Shall rue the Sallies of his heated Soul, / Shall wish, in Agony of Heart, undone / What Passion will'd in absent Reason's Throne.""",2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",2013-06-10,"",•Why didn't I find this while searching reason and throne? ,HDIS (Poetry),12581,4754
"Wealth to acquire is most Men's sov'reign Care,
And then a Wife to bring that Wealth an Heir.
In Tracts of Waste th'improving Plowshare's seen,
And barren Heaths in fruitful Tilth are green.
Who's satisfy'd, however small his Store,
Should scorn to throw away a Wish for more.
No stately Equipage, no splendid Plate,
No sumptuous House, no Rent-roll of Estate,
E'er gave the fever'd Blood a Moment's Rest,
Or pluck'd one Thorn from out its Master's Breast.
Who thinks to know the use of Joy and Wealth,
Must first be well in Mind, and strong in Health.
Who lives in Fear, or longs with much for more,
Has just such Pleasure from his useless Store,
As Age-dim Eyes from Painting can receive,
Or Musick's Strains to Ears impostum'd give.
The tainted Cask sours all it does contain;
Shun Pleasures, ever bought too dear with Pain.
The Wretch that covets, always lives in Want,
Stint your Desire, Heav'n has no more to grant.
The envious fall to others Joy a Prey,
And as their Neighbours thrive, they pine away;
The Breasts that's Envy's Slave with Pains is prick'd
Beyond what fell Inquisitors inflict.
He who his rising Anger can't controul,
Shall rue the Sallies of his heated Soul,
Shall wish, in Agony of Heart, undone
What Passion will'd in absent Reason's Throne.
Anger's a short-liv'd Madness, and with Sway,
Rules Sovereign if not tutor'd to obey.
Keep strongly in the hot rebellious Mind,
Be it with Bits restrain'd, and Curbs confin'd.
The docile Horse in prime of Years is broke
To bear the Rein, or stretch beneath the Yoke.
The Whelp that hunts the Deer Skin round the Court,
Staunch loves the Field, nor ever quits the Sport.
Drink early then, my Friend, at Reason's Bowl,
And fill with wholesome Draughts thy youthful Soul.
If Wine or Gall the Recent Vessel stains,
Each Scent alike the faithful Cask retains.
(pp. 123, 125, 127)",2013-06-11 02:09:53 UTC,"""Anger's a short-liv'd Madness, and with Sway, / Rules Sovereign if not tutor'd to obey""",2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS (Poetry),12582,4754
"Here glad Cornaro fix'd; and hop'd to find
Whate'er might please a Knowledge-loving Mind,
Or where the Columns rose with beauteous Wreath,
Or Sculpture seem'd to speak, or Paint to breath;
And tho' each Day increas'd his curious Store
Thought his capacious Soul had room for more;
And little deem'd the Moment was so nigh,
When all these Pleasures of his Breast should die,
The Beams of Science from his Soul retire
And fade, extinguish'd by a nobler Fire,
As kindled Wood, howe'er its Flames may rise,
When the bright Sun appears, in Embers dies.
Minerva sudden from his Soul was fled,
And Venus reign'd successive in her stead.
A thousand fair ones of her frolick Train,
Long at the Youth had aim'd their Shafts in vain;
Lanc'd from the wanton Eye they sought his Heart,
But Virtue's Temper still repuls'd the Dart,
Nor all their Force nor Poison need he fear,
Virtue must tip the Point that enter'd there;
As Diamonds scorn the Pow'r of keenest Steel,
And touch'd alone by Fellow-Gems can feel.
One Glance at last an easy Passage found,
And undirected made the deeper Wound;
From Modesty's bright Quiver it was sent,
Nor knew its beauteous Owner where it went.
From chaste Delphina's pow'rful Eye it came,
Malta to Venice lent the charming Dame;
Malta, blest Isle! Whose Daughters all are fair,
Whose Sons to Manly Fortitude are dear,
So properly do Love and Glory meet,
And Valour still with Beauty holds his Seat.
Soon as his Breast receiv'd the potent Ray,
Whate'er possest it, instantly gave way;
As in the Wood before the Lightning's Beam,
Perish the Leaves, and the whole Tree is Flame.",2009-09-14 19:37:09 UTC,"""Minerva sudden from his Soul was fled, / And Venus reign'd successive in her stead.""",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),12595,4761
"Divine inspirer, tuneful maid,
Give me thy never failing aid,
O! ever blessing, ever bless'd,
Pour all thyself into my breast,
Then will I soon an off'ring bring,
Which all thy freeborn sons shall sing,
A tribute to be spread by Fame,
Which shall enlarge thy poet's name,
Shall stretch it to the latest date,
In spite of Envy, spite of Hate,
Shall clear the honour of the times
From uninspir'd, unhallow'd rhymes:
Imagination then shall play
Unbridled in the fields of day,
Thro endless time, and boundless space,
Continue unrestrain'd her race,
Bring what ideas she can find
To the great storehouse of the Mind,
Where Judgement ever sits serene,
To rule the vague and sportive queen.",2013-11-01 17:06:44 UTC,"Imagination may ""Bring what ideas she can find / To the great storehouse of the Mind, / Where Judgement ever sits serene, / To rule the vague and sportive queen""",2004-08-31 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants and Empire,"•I've included thrice: Storehouse, Rule of Judgement, Queen",HDIS (Poetry),12671,4769
" We barbarously call them blest,
Who are of largest tenements possest,
Whilst swelling coffers break their owner's rest.
More truly happy those who can
Govern that little empire, Man;
Bridle their passions and direct their will
Thro' all the glitt'ring paths of charming ill;
Who spend their treasure freely, as 'twas giv'n
By the large bounty of indulgent heav'n;
Who in a fixt unalterable state,
Smile at the doubtful tide of fate,
And scorn alike her friendship and her hate;
Who poison less than falshood fear,
Loth to purchase life so dear;
But kindly for their friend embrace cold death,
And seal their country's love with their departing breath.
(II, 52-3; cf. pp. 317-18 in 1684 miscellany)",2014-07-02 21:30:32 UTC,"""More truly happy those who can / Govern that little empire, Man.""",2004-08-22 00:00:00 UTC,End of Ode,"",,Empire,"•Pope too translated some of this ode (but not these lines).
• 6 hits in ECCO (1702, 1717, 1730, 1750, 1780, 1751) for ""More truly happy those who can Govern that little empire, Man""",HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO.,12877,4819
" Fool, not to know the friendly powers create
These maladies in pity to mankind:
These abdicated Reason reinstate
When lawless Appetite usurps the mind;
Heaven's faithful centries at the door of bliss
Plac'd to deter, or to chastise excess.
(cf. Vol. II, p. 294 in Dodsley's Miscellany)",2014-03-08 21:04:17 UTC,"Friendly powers create ""These maladies in pity to mankind: / These abdicated Reason reinstate / When lawless Appetite usurps the mind""",2005-04-20 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•I've included twice: Abdication and Usurping,Searching in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO. ,14250,5311
"In Judah's soil the tree of knowledge grew,
Whose fruit unsound, yet specious to the view,
Entrusted to the treacherous Levite's care,
Fell, ere it ripen'd, in that baleful air;
Relentless Cowards! with a brutal hand
Urging their fraudful progress thro' the land,
O'er Nature's parting agonies they trod,
And slaughter'd millions in the name of God,
Each right of arms infringing, nor forbore
To dip their reeking blades in infant gore;
Till mighty conscience, whose prevailing call
Opes the dread volume of her laws to all,
Bewail'd them darken'd by so strong a taint;
That none discern'd the villain from the saint.
(pp. 237-8)",2013-11-10 05:08:40 UTC,"""Till mighty conscience, whose prevailing call / Opes the dread volume of her laws to all.""",2013-11-10 05:08:40 UTC,"","",,Writing,"",ECCO-TCP,23149,7752