work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3805,Inwardness,"Searching ""interio"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"CLA.
I am Isabella; but alas! what can I judge of him by seeing of him so?
I shall see his outward form 'tis true,
But that is nothing lest I see his interior too.
our eyes are but flattering glasses, to make things appear far fairer than they are; but pleasing impostures that shew them without, far contrary to what they are within; and oftentimes we find a noble Presence with an ignoble mind: Our eyes then are to have the first choice still, but not the last; and we are not to displease them, on pain of our disquiet, nor to please e'm so again to be wholly rul'd by 'em; finally 'tis more safe To believe them when they refuse,
Then oftimes when they choose;
especially in choice of this marriage chain,
(May bind us all our lives perhaps to one,
From whom we may have horror and aversion)
(which well consider'd Isabella shou'd make us more fear, than desire it,) we had need of more faithful Councellors than our Eyes; as for me, being to choose a Master, I'm resolved to see him before I make choice of him; and see him so that I may behold both his exterior and interior.",2009-03-23,9817,"","""I shall see his outward form 'tis true, / But that is nothing lest I see his interior too.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:30 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
7440,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-14 19:53:32 UTC,"The Duke of Alançon was too generous not to interess himself in the disgraces of a Princess, who was esteemed with Reason the fairest, and the most Virtuous Lady of her Age. He had even a secret inclination for her, which was as it were a Foresight of what should happen to him So that when the Earl spoke to him of her, he found him as apt to deplore Marianna's Misfortunes, as to aggravate the Queen's Cruelty. In fine, as two Rivals often unite themselves together to be revenged upon an ungrateful and perfidious Mistress; the hatred which the Duke of Alançon had before for the Earl, ceasing with the jealousie which had occasioned it; he insensibly demanded of him, whether it were true, that she was as Beautiful as Report gave her out to be? The Earl, who had seen her sometime before her Imprisonment, and would have been glad to make some diversion in the Duke's Heart, assured him, that he had never seen any thing so admirable; and, in order to convince him of it with the more ease, he shew'd him a Picture drawn very like her, which he had at that time about him.
(pp. 57-8)
",,20707,"","""The Earl, who had seen her sometime before her Imprisonment, and would have been glad to make some diversion in the Duke's Heart, assured him, that he had never seen any thing so admirable; and, in order to convince him of it with the more ease, he shew'd him a Picture drawn very like her, which he had at that time about him.""","",2013-06-14 19:53:32 UTC,""
7526,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-07-11 05:48:03 UTC,"This with too dear Experience we have bought,
And learnt a Lesson, which too late was taught.
Prosperity's a Drug, that must be ta'en
Corrected (Opium like) or else 'tis bane:
A more Lethargick Quality's in her,
Than ever yet in Opium did appear.
Her fatal Poison to the Mind she sends;
And uncorrect, in sure Destruction ends;
Whilst in the way her gilded snares she lays,
Easy and credulous Man she soon betrays;
Who sees her Roses and her Lillies here,
But her concealed Snakes doth never fear.
Prosperity's Repasts puff up the Mind
With unsubstantial and unwholesom Wind.
'Tis a Hault-Goust which Epicures do use,
And choicer Viands squeamishly refuse.
But when Affliction moulds your daily Bread,
'Tis then the staff of Life with which she's fed.
Affliction (like the River Nile ) bestows
Her fruitful Blessings wheresoe'er she flows:
And if when she withdraws, strange Serpents rise,
Not in her Streams, but in the Soil it lies.
Which (like the great Apollo ) she strikes dead,
By the same Influence they first were bred,
If she return, and shew her hidden head.
Great Minds (like the victorious Palms) are wont
Under the Weights of Fortune more to mount.
Strongly suppress'd, and hurl'd upon the ground,
Fill'd with sublimer Thoughts they more rebound;
Still careless whether Fortune smile or frown,
Whether she give or take away a Crown.
Our Walls are tided, and by that we know
She always ebbs when she doth leave to flow,
And constant in Inconstancy does grow.
Make an attack all Injuries that can,
They fall like Waves beneath a Rising Swan.
Freed and secur'd from all discordant Care,
Here we our Heads above the Billows bear,
Till from our Shoulders they transplanted are.
And from their summits, with dumb Gapes proclaim,
Of a Quincumvirat the trait'rous shame.
But during all this Storm, we still do find
An Anchor and a Haven in our Mind,
Not beaten now, tho then expos'd to th'Wind.
As Nightingals, our Bosoms we expose,
And sing, environ'd with the sharpest Woes.
Degraded from vain Honour here we grow
More great and high, as Trees by lopping do.
Honour's like Froth in each Man's Glass of Beer;
'Tis least of use, tho topmost it appear.
The common Vouchee for ill Acts she's grown;
It and Religion all our Mischiefs own.
She reigns in Youth with an unruly Heat,
And in her falser Mirror shews them Great,
Till Age and Time convince them of the Cheat.
Rash Heads approve what sober Men despise,
And the fantastick Garb offends the Wise;
She rarely now is seen, but in Disguise.
True Honour and plain Honesty's the same;
From various Dwellings comes the various Name:
For whilst she's gay in Courts, she's Honour there,
But Honesty with us in Durance here.
Indiffering States, most things have difference:
What pleas'd this day, the next offends the Prince.
The Prosperous loath what the Afflicted love;
Prisoners abhor, what free, they did approve:
And still there's Power in each Man's Choice to make
Himself content, if he can wisely take,
And think his own (tho hard) a happy Stake.
In every state does some Contentment dwell,
And here we find a Palace in a Cell.
Good's good ev'ry where, and every thing,
And Good can of it self no Evil bring.
All Good's a Ray of the first Light alone;
When Ill approaches, only that's our own.
Vertue's not gain'd by spending of our Days
In Pleasure, Prince's Courts, or from their Rays.
At Vertue's Coast by Travel we arrive,
And so by Travel Vertue's kept alive.
She dwindles if she want due Exercise;
But us'd, grows brighter, and still multiplies.
Vertue increases Snow-ball like, roll'd on:
A lazy Vertue's next of kin to none.
Pris'ners indeed they be, that do lay by
At once their Freedom and their Industry.
If Men turn Drones within these hony'd Hives,
It lies i'th' Pris'ner's Heart, and not his Gives.
The Good grow better here, the Bad grow worse;
The Spur that makes this go, does jade that Horse.
Hence the great'st part are Male-content and Sad,
Since that the Good are fewer than the Bad.
A Bliss that springs from penitential Joy,
Is the Mind's Balsam in each sharp Annoy;
Fools only their own Comforts do destroy.
(pp. 384-6, ll. 92-185)",,21632,"","""Her [Prosperity's] fatal Poison to the Mind she sends; / And uncorrect, in sure Destruction ends.""","",2013-07-11 05:48:03 UTC,""
7526,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-07-11 05:51:52 UTC,"This with too dear Experience we have bought,
And learnt a Lesson, which too late was taught.
Prosperity's a Drug, that must be ta'en
Corrected (Opium like) or else 'tis bane:
A more Lethargick Quality's in her,
Than ever yet in Opium did appear.
Her fatal Poison to the Mind she sends;
And uncorrect, in sure Destruction ends;
Whilst in the way her gilded snares she lays,
Easy and credulous Man she soon betrays;
Who sees her Roses and her Lillies here,
But her concealed Snakes doth never fear.
Prosperity's Repasts puff up the Mind
With unsubstantial and unwholesom Wind.
'Tis a Hault-Goust which Epicures do use,
And choicer Viands squeamishly refuse.
But when Affliction moulds your daily Bread,
'Tis then the staff of Life with which she's fed.
Affliction (like the River Nile ) bestows
Her fruitful Blessings wheresoe'er she flows:
And if when she withdraws, strange Serpents rise,
Not in her Streams, but in the Soil it lies.
Which (like the great Apollo ) she strikes dead,
By the same Influence they first were bred,
If she return, and shew her hidden head.
Great Minds (like the victorious Palms) are wont
Under the Weights of Fortune more to mount.
Strongly suppress'd, and hurl'd upon the ground,
Fill'd with sublimer Thoughts they more rebound;
Still careless whether Fortune smile or frown,
Whether she give or take away a Crown.
Our Walls are tided, and by that we know
She always ebbs when she doth leave to flow,
And constant in Inconstancy does grow.
Make an attack all Injuries that can,
They fall like Waves beneath a Rising Swan.
Freed and secur'd from all discordant Care,
Here we our Heads above the Billows bear,
Till from our Shoulders they transplanted are.
And from their summits, with dumb Gapes proclaim,
Of a Quincumvirat the trait'rous shame.
But during all this Storm, we still do find
An Anchor and a Haven in our Mind,
Not beaten now, tho then expos'd to th'Wind.
As Nightingals, our Bosoms we expose,
And sing, environ'd with the sharpest Woes.
Degraded from vain Honour here we grow
More great and high, as Trees by lopping do.
Honour's like Froth in each Man's Glass of Beer;
'Tis least of use, tho topmost it appear.
The common Vouchee for ill Acts she's grown;
It and Religion all our Mischiefs own.
She reigns in Youth with an unruly Heat,
And in her falser Mirror shews them Great,
Till Age and Time convince them of the Cheat.
Rash Heads approve what sober Men despise,
And the fantastick Garb offends the Wise;
She rarely now is seen, but in Disguise.
True Honour and plain Honesty's the same;
From various Dwellings comes the various Name:
For whilst she's gay in Courts, she's Honour there,
But Honesty with us in Durance here.
Indiffering States, most things have difference:
What pleas'd this day, the next offends the Prince.
The Prosperous loath what the Afflicted love;
Prisoners abhor, what free, they did approve:
And still there's Power in each Man's Choice to make
Himself content, if he can wisely take,
And think his own (tho hard) a happy Stake.
In every state does some Contentment dwell,
And here we find a Palace in a Cell.
Good's good ev'ry where, and every thing,
And Good can of it self no Evil bring.
All Good's a Ray of the first Light alone;
When Ill approaches, only that's our own.
Vertue's not gain'd by spending of our Days
In Pleasure, Prince's Courts, or from their Rays.
At Vertue's Coast by Travel we arrive,
And so by Travel Vertue's kept alive.
She dwindles if she want due Exercise;
But us'd, grows brighter, and still multiplies.
Vertue increases Snow-ball like, roll'd on:
A lazy Vertue's next of kin to none.
Pris'ners indeed they be, that do lay by
At once their Freedom and their Industry.
If Men turn Drones within these hony'd Hives,
It lies i'th' Pris'ner's Heart, and not his Gives.
The Good grow better here, the Bad grow worse;
The Spur that makes this go, does jade that Horse.
Hence the great'st part are Male-content and Sad,
Since that the Good are fewer than the Bad.
A Bliss that springs from penitential Joy,
Is the Mind's Balsam in each sharp Annoy;
Fools only their own Comforts do destroy.
(pp. 384-6, ll. 92-185)",,21634,"","""Great Minds (like the victorious Palms) are wont / Under the Weights of Fortune more to mount.""","",2013-07-11 05:51:52 UTC,""
7526,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-07-11 05:56:01 UTC,"This with too dear Experience we have bought,
And learnt a Lesson, which too late was taught.
Prosperity's a Drug, that must be ta'en
Corrected (Opium like) or else 'tis bane:
A more Lethargick Quality's in her,
Than ever yet in Opium did appear.
Her fatal Poison to the Mind she sends;
And uncorrect, in sure Destruction ends;
Whilst in the way her gilded snares she lays,
Easy and credulous Man she soon betrays;
Who sees her Roses and her Lillies here,
But her concealed Snakes doth never fear.
Prosperity's Repasts puff up the Mind
With unsubstantial and unwholesom Wind.
'Tis a Hault-Goust which Epicures do use,
And choicer Viands squeamishly refuse.
But when Affliction moulds your daily Bread,
'Tis then the staff of Life with which she's fed.
Affliction (like the River Nile ) bestows
Her fruitful Blessings wheresoe'er she flows:
And if when she withdraws, strange Serpents rise,
Not in her Streams, but in the Soil it lies.
Which (like the great Apollo ) she strikes dead,
By the same Influence they first were bred,
If she return, and shew her hidden head.
Great Minds (like the victorious Palms) are wont
Under the Weights of Fortune more to mount.
Strongly suppress'd, and hurl'd upon the ground,
Fill'd with sublimer Thoughts they more rebound;
Still careless whether Fortune smile or frown,
Whether she give or take away a Crown.
Our Walls are tided, and by that we know
She always ebbs when she doth leave to flow,
And constant in Inconstancy does grow.
Make an attack all Injuries that can,
They fall like Waves beneath a Rising Swan.
Freed and secur'd from all discordant Care,
Here we our Heads above the Billows bear,
Till from our Shoulders they transplanted are.
And from their summits, with dumb Gapes proclaim,
Of a Quincumvirat the trait'rous shame.
But during all this Storm, we still do find
An Anchor and a Haven in our Mind,
Not beaten now, tho then expos'd to th'Wind.
As Nightingals, our Bosoms we expose,
And sing, environ'd with the sharpest Woes.
Degraded from vain Honour here we grow
More great and high, as Trees by lopping do.
Honour's like Froth in each Man's Glass of Beer;
'Tis least of use, tho topmost it appear.
The common Vouchee for ill Acts she's grown;
It and Religion all our Mischiefs own.
She reigns in Youth with an unruly Heat,
And in her falser Mirror shews them Great,
Till Age and Time convince them of the Cheat.
Rash Heads approve what sober Men despise,
And the fantastick Garb offends the Wise;
She rarely now is seen, but in Disguise.
True Honour and plain Honesty's the same;
From various Dwellings comes the various Name:
For whilst she's gay in Courts, she's Honour there,
But Honesty with us in Durance here.
Indiffering States, most things have difference:
What pleas'd this day, the next offends the Prince.
The Prosperous loath what the Afflicted love;
Prisoners abhor, what free, they did approve:
And still there's Power in each Man's Choice to make
Himself content, if he can wisely take,
And think his own (tho hard) a happy Stake.
In every state does some Contentment dwell,
And here we find a Palace in a Cell.
Good's good ev'ry where, and every thing,
And Good can of it self no Evil bring.
All Good's a Ray of the first Light alone;
When Ill approaches, only that's our own.
Vertue's not gain'd by spending of our Days
In Pleasure, Prince's Courts, or from their Rays.
At Vertue's Coast by Travel we arrive,
And so by Travel Vertue's kept alive.
She dwindles if she want due Exercise;
But us'd, grows brighter, and still multiplies.
Vertue increases Snow-ball like, roll'd on:
A lazy Vertue's next of kin to none.
Pris'ners indeed they be, that do lay by
At once their Freedom and their Industry.
If Men turn Drones within these hony'd Hives,
It lies i'th' Pris'ner's Heart, and not his Gives.
The Good grow better here, the Bad grow worse;
The Spur that makes this go, does jade that Horse.
Hence the great'st part are Male-content and Sad,
Since that the Good are fewer than the Bad.
A Bliss that springs from penitential Joy,
Is the Mind's Balsam in each sharp Annoy;
Fools only their own Comforts do destroy.
(pp. 384-6, ll. 92-185)",,21636,"","""A Bliss that springs from penitential Joy, / Is the Mind's Balsam in each sharp Annoy; / Fools only their own Comforts do destroy.""","",2013-07-11 05:56:01 UTC,""
7576,"",Searching in EEBO-TCP,2013-07-26 20:04:24 UTC,"The Father did not leave off so; he said, That seeing the Alcoran is filled with Dreams, with Bestialities, with Blasphemies, and Impurities; the Mufti's, the Doctors, and Interpreters of the Law, must be in a great Blindness, not to condemn a Possessed, an Enchanter, who gives for the Precepts of his Religion, the committing of Violences, Robberies, and all that may satisfie the most Irregular Appetites. What Extravagancy, urged he, to adore the Heel of so vile a Slave as Mahomet; and to believe, upon his Report, that Jacob's Father was his Porter, to Deifie his Camel, and to place it in Heaven? He adds further, That there is nothing so absurd, as to command the Turks to wash their Bodies, when their Souls are defiled with Filth; to give them at the same time Charity by Precept, and to command them Robberies by Devotion. It seems also to him foolish, to believe that Mahomet is the only true Prophet, the only agreeable Person to God; and to swear afterwards by One hundred twenty four thousand Prophets. He still entertains me with this Sort of Discourse.
(p. 30)",,22081,"","""He adds further, That there is nothing so absurd, as to command the Turks to wash their Bodies, when their Souls are defiled with Filth; to give them at the same time Charity by Precept, and to command them Robberies by Devotion.""","",2013-07-26 20:04:24 UTC,""
7576,"",EEBO-TCP,2013-07-26 20:05:47 UTC,"In the mean Time, let us live as honest Men, who have Sin in horror, like the Plague, which poisons the Soul; and apply our selves, as much as in us lies, to what is truly Good; and above all things, let us carefully observe this Precept, writ in the Book of their Law, but is not always imprinted in their Hearts, Never do to Others, no not thy Enemies, that which thou wouldst not have done to thy self. A Duke of Guise gave an Example of this to all France; and 'tis what thou oughtest to Preach in the vast Empire of the Mussulmans. This Prince surprized a Villain that would have Assassinated him, who confessed, that the Interest of his Religion (which was that of Calvin) had obliged him to form a Design to take him away, to deliver himself, and those of his Party from so great an Enemy. The Duke, instead of causing him to suffer the Pains due to so black an Enterprise, Pardoned him, contenting himself to tell him, Friend, If thy Religion Obliged thee to Kill me, without hearing me, my Religion Obliges me to give thee thy Life and Liberty, now I have heard thee: Go thy ways, and amend thy self. This Prince was then General of Charles the IX's Army.
(p. 32)",,22083,"","""In the mean Time, let us live as honest Men, who have Sin in horror, like the Plague, which poisons the Soul.""","",2013-07-26 20:05:47 UTC,""
7576,"",EEBO-TCP,2013-07-26 20:09:54 UTC,"Being at Fountain-Bleau, a Place famous since several Ages, and shewing all the Buildings there to a foreign Prince, who told him, when he had shewed him the Chapel, That he had lodged God in too narrow a Compass: He answered, That God was better lodged in the Heart, than in great Edifices of Stone.
(p. 170)",,22088,"","""Being at Fountain-Bleau, a Place famous since several Ages, and shewing all the Buildings there to a foreign Prince, who told him, when he had shewed him the Chapel, That he had lodged God in too narrow a Compass: He answered, That God was better lodged in the Heart, than in great Edifices of Stone.""","",2013-07-26 20:10:05 UTC,""
7576,"",EEBO-TCP,2013-07-26 20:11:00 UTC,"Be sure, however, be silent in these Judgments I make; and, shew thy self discreet, if thou intendest to hold any Correspondence with me.
Imitate the Bees; gather from so many Flowers presented thee, what appears to thee sweetest, and most proper to form Mustapha's Mind, and supple his Spirit like Wax.
(p. 191)",,22089,"","""Imitate the Bees; gather from so many Flowers presented thee, what appears to thee sweetest, and most proper to form Mustapha's Mind, and supple his Spirit like Wax.""","",2013-07-26 20:11:00 UTC,""
7576,"",EEBO-TCP,2013-07-26 20:16:35 UTC,"Continue then in thine ill Nature; I write only to acquaint thee, that I am not ignorant of whatever thou hast done against me. There's no body but old Baba thine Uncle, who can work a change in thee; go to him, be not ashamed to see a man who is imployed in the meanest Works, to have more Judgment than thee: Shew him the Infirmities of thy Soul; or, to speak better, confess to him all the ill things thou hast done, if thou hast any Intention of becoming an honest man; altho' he be but a Carpenter he knows better than thee, to form the Mind; he can teach thee how to polish and square thy Soul, as he polishes a piece of Oak, though never so hard and knotty.
(p. 311)",,22095,"","""Altho' he be but a Carpenter he knows better than thee, to form the Mind; he can teach thee how to polish and square thy Soul, as he polishes a piece of Oak, though never so hard and knotty.""","",2013-07-26 20:16:35 UTC,""