work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4572,"","Searching HDIS (Drama); found again reading Sophia A. Rosenfeld's Common Sense: A Political History (Cambridge: Harvard UP, 2011), 17.
",2004-10-13 00:00:00 UTC,"2 GHOST
Awake, great Common Sense, and sleep no more,
Look to thy self; for then, when I was slain,
Thy self was struck at: Think not to survive
My Murder long; for while thou art on Earth,
The Convocation will not meet again.
The Lawyers cannot rob Men of their Rights;
Physicians cannot dose away their Souls:
A Courtier's Promise will not be believ'd;
Nor broken Citizens again be trusted.
A thousand News-papers cannot subsist,
In which there is not any News at all.
Play-houses cannot flourish, while they dare
To Nonsense give an Entertainment's Name.
Shakespear and Johnson, Dryden, Lee, and Row,
Thou wilt not bear to yield to Sadler's-Wells;
Thou wilt not suffer Men of Wit to starve,
And Fools, for only being Fools, to thrive.
Thou wilt not suffer Eunuchs to be hired,
At a vast Price, to be impertinent.",2011-09-26,12017,"","""Awake, great Common Sense, and sleep no more, / Look to thy self; for then, when I was slain, / Thy self was struck at.""","",2011-09-26 20:36:16 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
4742,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""stranger"" in HDIS (Drama)",2006-03-06 00:00:00 UTC,"MIL.
No, Faith; not very tenderly--not without a great deal of Discretion--Here lies the Difference between us: You, Heartfort, have Discretion in every thing but Love--I have Discretion in nothing else.--Mine is a true English Heart; it is an equal Stranger to the Heat of the Equator and the Frost of the Pole. Love still nourishes it with a temperate Heat, as the Sun doth our Climate; and Beauties rise after Beauties in the one, just as Fruits do in the other.",,12526,"","""Mine is a true English Heart; it is an equal Stranger to the Heat of the Equator and the Frost of the Pole.""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:37:05 UTC,"Act I, scene vi"
7637,"",LION,2013-08-20 04:25:49 UTC,"KISSINDA.
Poor Lovegirlo's slain.
Oh! give me way, come all you Furies, come,
Lodge in th'unfurnish'd Chambers of my Heart,
My Heart which never shall be let again
To any Guest but endless Misery,
Never shall have a Bill upon it more.
Oh! I am mad methinks, I swim in Air,
In Seas of Sulphur and eternal Fire,
And see Lovegirlo too.
(p. 30)",,22500,"","""Oh! give me way, come all you Furies, come, / Lodge in th'unfurnish'd Chambers of my Heart, / My Heart which never shall be let again / To any Guest but endless Misery, / Never shall have a Bill upon it more.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-08-20 04:25:49 UTC,""