work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4704,Physiognomy,"Searching ""mind"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"An Haberdasher next, a portly Wight!
Sleek was his Beaver, as a Sherif's white;
A Weaver follow'd, dext'rous to command
The sliding Shuttle, thrown from Hand to Hand;
A Carpenter, that well cou'd play his Part
Thro' all the Weapons of the Plaining Art;
A Dyer, that ev'ry Color knew to stain,
Or change anew, tho' ne'er so deep in Grain;
A Tap'stry-Merchant last, whose Web might pass,
Less for the Work of London, than Aras:
All of a Livery, each for other made,
All solemn Brothers, diff'ring but in Trade;
One Stamp of Mind their very Forms express'd,
Same shap'd, like fac'd, like manner'd, and same drest.
Fresh were their Cloaths, nor bought at trivial Cost,
So fresh, no Part its Christmass Gloss had lost.
Worne only on the Hours to feast or pray,
And dormant ev'ry common-letter'd Day.
No vulgar Daggers, vamp'd with Brass, They wore,
But trim'd with Silver of the finest Ore.
With Silver stitcht, the Pouches by their Side,
The Belts, that gird their Loins, with Silver ty'd.
A fair and ample Burgess, One and All,
And fit to fill the Tables of Guild-Hall;
Or when they meet to traffic, or to feast:
For Each was siz'd an Alderman at Least.
Staunch stood their City-shops in good Repair,
And neat their Boxes built for Country Air;
Where still, to breathe, on Saturdays They went;
For large their Stock in Trade, as well as Rent.
Of which their Wives were not a little proud,
And push'd the Foremost in the Sunday Croud.
Nor wou'd we here their Worldly Wisdom blame,
Respect from All superior Riches claim;
And tho' an aukward, 'tis a pleasant Sight,
To see the Bustling Dame assert her Right;
Full of the Money, torne from the Distrest,
Conceit herself a Thing above the Rest.
Madam! My Lady! seems a glorious Sound!
When loftily She moves, to Vigils bound;
With Mantle borne before, and Train behind:
For Wealth gives Pow'r of Face, and Pride of Mind.",,12406,"",""" One Stamp of Mind their very Forms express'd, / Same shap'd, like fac'd, like manner'd, and same drest""","",2009-09-14 19:36:57 UTC,I've included the entire poem
4695,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"""Curse on th' unpard'ning Prince, whom Tears can draw
""To no Remorse; who rules by Lions Law;
""And deaf to Pray'rs, by no Submission bow'd,
""Rends all alike, the Penitent and Proud:""
At this, with Look serene, he rais'd his Head.
Reason resum'd her Place, and Passion fled:
Then thus aloud he spoke: ""The Pow'r of Love,
""In Earth, and Seas, and Air, and Heav'n above,
""Rules, unresisted, with an awful Nod;
""By daily Miracles, declar'd a God:
""He blinds the Wise, gives Eye-sight to the Blind;
""And moulds and stamps anew the Lover's Mind.
""Behold that Arcite, and this Palamon,
""Freed from my Fetters, and in Safety gone,
""What hinder'd either in their native Soil,
""At Ease to reap the Harvest of their Toil?
""But Love, their Lord, did otherwise ordain,
""And brought them in their own Despite again,
""To suffer Death deserv'd; for well they know,
""'Tis in my Pow'r, and I their deadly Foe:
""The Proverb holds, That to be wise and love,
""Is hardly granted to the Gods above.
""See how the Madmen bleed: Behold the Gains
""With which their Master, Love, rewards their Pains:
""For sev'n long Years, on Duty ev'ry Day,
""Lo their Obedience, and their Monarch's Pay!
""Yet, as in Duty bound, they serve him on;
""And ask the Fools, they think it wisely done:
""Nor Ease, nor Wealth, nor Life itself regard,
""For 'tis their Maxim, Love is Love's Reward.
""This is not all; the Fair for whom they strove,
""Nor knew before, nor could suspect their Love,
""Nor thought, when she beheld the Fight from far,
""Her Beauty was th' Occasion of the War.
""But sure a gen'ral Doom on Man is past,
""And all are Fools and Lovers, first or last:
""This both by others and myself I know,
""For I have serv'd their Sovereign long ago.
""Oft have been caught within the winding Train
""Of Female Snares, and felt the Lover's Pain,
""And learn'd how far the God can Human Hearts constrain.
""To this Remembrance, and the Prayers of those
""Who for th' offending Warriors interpose,
""I give their forfeit Lives; on this Accord,
""To do me Homage as their Sov'reign Lord;
""And as my Vassals, to their utmost Might,
""Assist my Person, and assert my Right.""
This, freely sworn, the Knights their Grace obtain'd;
Then thus the King his secret Thoughts explain'd:
""If Wealth, or Honor, or a Royal Race,
""Or each, or all, may win a Lady's Grace,
""Then either of you Knights may well deserve
""A Princess born; and such is she you serve;
""For Emily is Sister to the Crown,
""And but too well to both her Beauty known:
""But shou'd you combat till you both were dead,
""Two Lovers cannot share a single Bed:
""As therefore both are equal in Degree,
""The Lot of both be left to Destiny.
""Now hear th' Award, and happy may it prove
""To her, and him who best deserves her Love.
""Depart from hence in Peace, and free as Air,
""Search the wide World, and where you please repair;
""But on the Day when this returning Sun
""To the same Point through ev'ry Sign has run,
""Then each of you his Hundred Knights shall bring,
""In Royal Lists, to fight before the King;
""And then the Knight, whom Fate or happy Chance
""Shall with his Friends to Victory advance,
""And grace his Arms so far in equal Fight,
""From out the Bars to force his Opposite,
""Or kill, or make him Recreant on the Plain,
""The Prize of Valour and of Love shall gain;
""The vanquish'd Party shall their Claim release,
""And the long Jars conclude in lasting Peace.
""The Charge be mine t'adorn the chosen Ground,
""The Theatre of War, for Champions so renown'd;
""And take the Patron's Place of either Knight,
""With Eyes impartial to behold the Fight;
""And Heav'n of me so judge, as I shall judge aright;
""If both are satisfy'd with this Accord,
""Swear by the Laws of Knighthood on my Sword.""",,12407,•Also in Dryden: See also entry under Dryden. ,"""He blinds the Wise, gives Eye-sight to the Blind; / And moulds and stamps anew the Lover's Mind""","",2009-09-14 19:36:57 UTC,""
4696,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry); found again ""passion""",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"In Man's imperial Race th' Effect's the same,
Whatever Cause the like Distinction breeds;
Whether from mutual Passion springs the Flame,
Or Minds congenial stamp the vital Seeds?
Else on extended Guinea's torrid Coast,
Where the broad Mouth and Nose deprest prevail,
In those who regal Blood and Lineage boast
Why do the gen'ral Features rarely fail?
Why shows the Austrian Lip the Austrian Line?
And in some semblant Mark, the Hero loves to shine!
",,12408,•Seeds stamped? Sounds a bit like theory of generation in Aristotle's Masterpiece.,"""Whether from mutual Passion springs the Flame, / Or Minds congenial stamp the vital Seeds""","",2009-09-14 19:36:57 UTC,LXV
4754,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"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)",2013-06-10,12584,"","""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.""","",2013-06-11 02:13:23 UTC,""