work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4335,"",HDIS,2004-08-25 00:00:00 UTC," Curse on that foppish Name, that empty Sound,
In whose dark Maze Mens Intellects are drown'd;
That Courtly Bauble, thin as airy Thought,
Most boasted on by those who have it not;
That Maggot that infects the giddy Brains
Of Cowards, Fools, rich Knaves, and Curtizans.",,11367,"•Honour is the ""empty Sound""","""Curse on that foppish Name, that empty Sound ['Honour'], / In whose dark Maze Mens Intellects are drown'd.""","",2011-05-31 03:41:26 UTC,"Dialogue VII. Between an Officer at his Departure, and his affectionate Wife."
7476,Drunkenness,C-H Lion,2013-06-18 21:30:40 UTC,"'Tis uncertain whether the Fellow I'm about telling you a merry Story of, had been Dancing at a May-pole or no, but sure enough he was got finely Fox'd some where or other i'the Strand, and staid at it till the Watch was set--and then homeward he Rambled as his brutish Carcase cou'd direct him, for his Soul was Imprison'd (as the Dutch Towns when the Sluces were drawn up and the Dykes pierc'd) and cou'd do him no farther Service--In this pickle such as 'twas, and 'twou'd ha' bin worse had he happen'd into a Kennel or Common shore, was he sholling thro' the Strand--'twas a Moon-shiny Night, but the Moon being got behind the Houses, shined only a slant, and sent a little stream of light out of one of the small Lanes quite cross the Street--This the Inden Indenture-maker was now arriv'd at, and being a little sensible what a condition he was in, and so very careful of any danger, fancy'd he was come somewhere or other, for he had absolutely forgot where he was, to the side of a River--so up the Stream and down he goes to look for a Bridge, but finding none, reel'd back to try if he cou'd leap over--till coming to the side, he fancy'd the Brook too wide for him, therefore put off his Stockings--and Shoes to see whether he cou'd wade it--in he steps very gingerly, but the further he thrust in his Leg, finding the more of the Moon-shine, off go his Breeches too--not enough yet--the rest of his Cloaths follow, Shirt and all, which tying up in a Bundle over he throws, and himself wades after--yet 'twou'd n't do--he finds it up to his Chin--so out he strikes his Hands and Feet, down he falls and mawls his Body against the Pavement, but finding he cou'd make no way out of this Enchanted River, falls a yelping for some good Body to lend him a Rope and save his Life. The Watch who had stood near, and observ'd the Farce all the while with a great deal of Diversion, took up the poor Drownded Creature, half throttled with the conceit on't, and carry'd him to the Round-house, giving him his Cloaths again, where he lay till he was sober, and sufficiently asham'd of that extravagance his Intemperance had thrown him into, tho' much more harmless than many others in that mad condition have been guilty of.
(p. 153)",,20970,"","""'Tis uncertain whether the Fellow I'm about telling you a merry Story of, had been Dancing at a May-pole or no, but sure enough he was got finely Fox'd some where or other i'the Strand, and staid at it till the Watch was set--and then homeward he Rambled as his brutish Carcase cou'd direct him, for his Soul was Imprison'd (as the Dutch Towns when the Sluces were drawn up and the Dykes pierc'd) and cou'd do him no farther Service.""","",2013-06-18 21:30:40 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 01:34:25 UTC,"Instead of those sage and grave Notions that used to fill my Head, 'twas cramm'd top full of Whimseys and Whirligigs, by the vehement agitation of my distemper'd Fancy, as ever a Carkase-shell with Instruments of Death and Murder. I was nothing but all Flame and Fire, and the red-hot Thoughts glared about my Brains at such a rate, and if visible, wou'd, I fancy, have made just such a dreadful Appearance as the Window of a Glass-house discovers in a dark Night--viz. a parcel of stragling fiery Globes marching about and hizzing, appearing and vanishing high and low, transverse, and every where--which at length in a few days blew up my Head like a Bottle, and I had a Fire as uninterrupted, and I think as hot as that we talk of, rolling all over me, boiling my very Bowels into Tripes, and frying my poor Heart in its own Water, till I fancy it looked like the broyl'd Soul of a Goose, or a piece of Cheese tosted over the Candle. When poor Evander drunk, as my Nurse knows that was not often, 'twas like the slaking of Iron in Water, or rather the Taylor's spitting upon his Goose, where the little drops of moisture only stink and sputter, and fly off agen; and I can hardly perswade my self but if any Virtuoso had out of curiosity listen'd at my Back-Door, they might have easily heard the small Beer and Posset-drink hizz within me, as it came down into my Bowels.
(II, pp. 42-3)",,20984,INTEREST. CRAZY METAPHOR.,"""I was nothing but all Flame and Fire, and the red-hot Thoughts glared about my Brains at such a rate, and if visible, wou'd, I fancy, have made just such a dreadful Appearance as the Window of a Glass-house discovers in a dark Night--viz. a parcel of stragling fiery Globes marching about and hizzing, appearing and vanishing high and low, transverse, and every where--which at length in a few days blew up my Head like a Bottle, and I had a Fire as uninterrupted, and I think as hot as that we talk of, rolling all over me, boiling my very Bowels into Tripes, and frying my poor Heart in its own Water, till I fancy it looked like the broyl'd Soul of a Goose, or a piece of Cheese tosted over the Candle.""",Rooms,2013-06-19 01:34:25 UTC,""
7593,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-08-16 18:04:29 UTC,"What was it then the Man was exercis'd with? I answer, he was harrass'd by the Reflection of his own Guilt, and the Sluices of the Soul were set open by the Angels or Spirits attending, and who by Divine Appointment are always at hand to execute the vindictive Part of Justice, as well as the more merciful Dispensations of Heaven, when they have them in Commission.
These abandon'd him to the Fury of an enrag'd Conscience, open'd the Sluices of the Soul, as I call them, and pour'd in a Flood of unsufferable Grief, letting loose those wild Beasts call'd Passions upon him, such as Rage, Anguish, Self-reproach, too late Repentance, and final Desperation, all to fall upon him at once; so the Man runs to Death for Relief, tho' it be to the Gallows, or any where, and that even by the meer Consequence of Things.
(p. 111)",,22215,"","""I answer, he was harrass'd by the Reflection of his own Guilt, and the Sluices of the Soul were set open by the Angels or Spirits attending, and who by Divine Appointment are always at hand to execute the vindictive Part of Justice, as well as the more merciful Dispensations of Heaven, when they have them in Commission.""","",2013-08-16 18:04:29 UTC,Chapter VII
7593,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-08-16 18:05:52 UTC,"What was it then the Man was exercis'd with? I answer, he was harrass'd by the Reflection of his own Guilt, and the Sluices of the Soul were set open by the Angels or Spirits attending, and who by Divine Appointment are always at hand to execute the vindictive Part of Justice, as well as the more merciful Dispensations of Heaven, when they have them in Commission.
These abandon'd him to the Fury of an enrag'd Conscience, open'd the Sluices of the Soul, as I call them, and pour'd in a Flood of unsufferable Grief, letting loose those wild Beasts call'd Passions upon him, such as Rage, Anguish, Self-reproach, too late Repentance, and final Desperation, all to fall upon him at once; so the Man runs to Death for Relief, tho' it be to the Gallows, or any where, and that even by the meer Consequence of Things.
(p. 111)",,22216,"","""These abandon'd him to the Fury of an enrag'd Conscience, open'd the Sluices of the Soul, as I call them, and pour'd in a Flood of unsufferable Grief, letting loose those wild Beasts call'd Passions upon him, such as Rage, Anguish, Self-reproach, too late Repentance, and final Desperation, all to fall upon him at once; so the Man runs to Death for Relief, tho' it be to the Gallows, or any where, and that even by the meer Consequence of Things.""",Animals,2013-08-16 18:05:52 UTC,Chapter VII
7619,"",LION,2013-08-17 21:22:45 UTC,"DON CARLOS
Too soon thou praisest me. He's gone, and now
I must unsluice my overburden'd Heart,
And let it flow. I would not grieve my Friend
With Tears; nor interrupt my great Design,
Great sure as ever human Breast durst think of.
But now my Sorrows, long with Pain supprest,
Burst their Confinement with impetuous Sway,
O'er-swell all Bounds, and bear ev'n Life away.
So till the Day was won, the Greek renown'd
With Anguish wore the Arrow in his Wound,
Then drew the Shaft from out his tortur'd Side,
Let gush the Torrent of his Blood, and dy'd.
(II.i, p. 26)",,22301,INTEREST: Soliloquy as involving sluices.,"""He's gone, and now / I must unsluice my overburden'd Heart, / And let it flow.""","",2013-08-17 21:22:45 UTC,Act II
7945,"",Reading (in the British Library),2014-06-22 03:10:16 UTC,"[...] 2. The Brain, which is the principle of all Sense and Motion, the Fountain of the Animal Spirits, the Chief Seat and Palace Royal of the Soul; upon whose security depends whatever Privilege belongs to us as Sensitive or Rational Creatures. This, I say, being the prime and immediate Organ of the Soul, from the right constitution whereof proceeds the quickness of Apprehension, acuteness of Wit, solidity of Judgment, method and order of Invention, strength and power of Memory; which if once weakened and disordered [End Page 160] there follows nothing but Confusion and Disturbance in our Apprehensions, Thoughts, and Judgments, is environed round about with such a potent Defence, that it must be amighty Force indeed that is able to injure it
(160-1)",,24085,"","""The Brain, which is the principle of all Sense and Motion, the Fountain of the Animal Spirits, the Chief Seat and Palace Royal of the Soul; upon whose security depends whatever Privilege belongs to us as Sensitive or Rational Creatures.""",Rooms,2014-06-22 03:10:16 UTC,""
7945,"",Reading (in the British Library),2014-06-22 03:16:54 UTC,"Thirdly, Let us hence duly learn to prize and value our Souls; is the Body such a rare Piece, what this is the Soul? the Body is but the Husk or Shell, the Soul is the Kernel; the Body is but the Cask, the Soul the precious Liquor contained in it; the Body is but the Cabinet; the Soul the Jewel; the Body is but the Ship or Vessel, the Soul the Pilot; the Body is but the Machine or Engine, the Soul that [GREEK], that actuates and quickens it; the Body is but the dark Lanthorn, the Soul of Spirit is the Candle of the Lord that burns in it: And seeing there is such difference between the Soul and the Body in respect of Excellency, surely our better Part challenges our greatest care and diligence to make Provision for it. Bodily Provision is but half Provision, it is but for one Part of a Man, and that the meaner and more ignoble too, if we consider a future Estate of endless duration after this Life, the Bodily Provision will appear to be, I do not say quarter Provision, but no Provision at all in comparison, there being no proportion between so short a period of time, and the infinite Ages of Eternity. Let us not then be so foolish as to employ all our thoughts and bestow all out time and pains about cherishing, accommodating, and gratifying our Bodies, in making Provision for the Flesh to fulfill the Lusts thereof, as the Apostle phraseth it; and suffer our Souls to lie neglected, in a miserable, and poor, and blind, and naked condition. Some Philosophers will not allow the Body to be an essential Part of Man, but only the Vessel or Vehicle of the Soul; Anima cujusque est quisque. Though I would not be so unequal to it, yet I must needs acknowledg it to be but an inferior Part: it is therefore to be treated, so dieted and provided as to render it most calm and compliant with the Soul, most tractable and obsequious to the dictates of Reason; not so pampered and indulged, as to encourage it to cast its Rider, and to take the Reins in to its own Hand, and usurp Dominion over the better part, the [GREEK to enlemguinau?], to sink and depress it into a sordid compliance with its own Lusts, Atque affigere humi Divinae particulum aurae.
(pp. 239-40)",,24087,"","""Thirdly, Let us hence duly learn to prize and value our Souls; is the Body such a rare Piece, what this is the Soul? the Body is but the Husk or Shell, the Soul is the Kernel; the Body is but the Cask, the Soul the precious Liquor contained in it; the Body is but the Cabinet; the Soul the Jewel; the Body is but the Ship or Vessel, the Soul the Pilot; the Body is but the Machine or Engine, the Soul that [GREEK: cudok?], that actuates and quickens it; the Body is but the dark Lanthorn, the Soul of Spirit is the Candle of the Lord that burns in it.""","",2014-06-22 03:17:25 UTC,""
3986,"",Reading in Google Books,2014-07-30 14:58:56 UTC,"5. Another Reason may be the exceeding great Difficulty of the Argument, there being not any one Subject perhaps of a more refined and elevated Nature, or that will carry a Writer through a larger Sea of matter of the most Abstract, Sublime and Metaphysical Considederation. The application of our Thoughts to other Subjects is like looking upon the Rays of the Sun as it shines to us from a Wall, or upon the Image of it as it returns from a Watry Mirrour, but this is looking up directly against the Fons veri lucidus, the bright Source of Intellectual Light and Truth, and staring, with a full-levell'd Eye, the great Luminary of Spirits in the very Face. And tho' Truth be the Food of the Soul, and the relish of it be very Delicious and Savoury to its Tast, and tho' even in this Sense also Light be sweet,and a pleasant thing it is to the Eye to behold the Sun, yet it is painful and troublesom to behold it So, and Men Love Shade and Darkness, rather than so strong and so high a Tide of Light.
(I, pp. 5-6)",,24371,"","""The application of our Thoughts to other Subjects is like looking upon the Rays of the Sun as it shines to us from a Wall, or upon the Image of it as it returns from a Watry Mirrour, but this is looking up directly against the Fons veri lucidus, the bright Source of Intellectual Light and Truth, and staring, with a full-levell'd Eye, the great Luminary of Spirits in the very Face.""",Mirror,2014-07-30 14:58:56 UTC,""
8024,"",Reading,2014-09-02 15:25:17 UTC,"The Interpreter answered; This Parlor is the heart of a Man that was never sanctified by the sweet Grace of the Gospel: The dust, is his Original Sin, and inward Corruptions that have defiled the whole Man; He that began to sweep at first, is the Law; but She that brought water, and did sprinkle it, is the Gospel: Now, whereas thou sawest that so soon as the first began to sweep, the dust did so fly about that the Room by him could not be cleansed, but that thou wast almost choaked therewith. This is to shew thee, that the Law, instead of cleansing the heart (by its working) from sin, d doth revive, put e strength into, and f increase it in the soul, as it doth discover and sorbid it, but doth not give power to subdue.
(pp. 21-22)",,24428,"","""The Interpreter answered; This Parlor is the heart of a Man that was never sanctified by the sweet Grace of the Gospel: The dust, is his Original Sin, and inward Corruptions that have defiled the whole Man; He that began to sweep at first, is the Law; but She that brought water, and did sprinkle it, is the Gospel.""","",2014-09-02 15:25:17 UTC,""