work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4136,"",Reading,2013-07-10 16:15:42 UTC,"See! The Enchantress Indolence presents her-self, in all the Pomp of Ease and lazy Luxury. She promises the sweetest Life, and invites us to her Pillow: injoins us to expose our-selves to no adventurous Attempt; and forbids us any Engagement which may bring us into Action. ""Where, then, are the Pleasures which Ambition promises, and Love affords? How is the gay World enjoy'd? Or are those to be esteem'd no Pleasures, which are lost by Dullness and Inaction? But Indolence is the highest Pleasure. To live, and not to feel! To feel no Trouble. What Good then? Life it-self. And is this properly to live? Is sleeping, Life? Is this what I shou'd study to prolong?--"" Here the fantastick Tribe it-self seems scandaliz'd. A Civil War begins. The major part of the capricious Dames range themselves on Reason's side, and declare against the languid Syren. Ambition blushes at the offer'd Sweet. Conceit and Vanity take superiour Airs. Even Luxury her-self, in her polite and elegant Humour, reproves the Apostate-Sister, and marks her as an Alien to true Pleasure--""Away, thou drowsy Phantom! Haunt me no more. For I have learn'd from better than thy Sisterhood, that Life and Happiness consist in Action and Employment. "".
(pp. 318-9; p. 142 in Klein)",,21609,"","""Here the fantastick Tribe it-self seems scandaliz'd. A Civil War begins. The major part of the capricious Dames range themselves on Reason's side, and declare against the languid Syren. Ambition blushes at the offer'd Sweet. Conceit and Vanity take superiour Airs. Even Luxury her-self, in her polite and elegant Humour, reproves the Apostate-Sister, and marks her as an Alien to true Pleasure.""",Inhabitants,2013-07-10 16:15:54 UTC,""
4136,"",Reading,2013-07-10 16:32:25 UTC,"Every Man indeed who is not absolutely beside himself, must of necessity hold his Fancys under some kind of Discipline and Management. The stricter this Discipline is, the more the Man is rational and in his Wits. The looser it is, the more fantastical he must be, and the nearer to the Madman's State. This is a Business which can never stand still. I must always be Winner or Loser at the Game. Either I work upon my Fancys, or They on Me. If I give Quarter, They won't. There can be no Truce, no Suspension of Arms between us. The one or the other must be superiour, and have the Command. For if the Fancys are left to themselves, the Government must, of course, be theirs. And then, what difference between such a State and Madness?
(p. 323; p. 144 in Klein)",,21614,"","""Either I work upon my Fancys, or They on Me. If I give Quarter, They won't. There can be no Truce, no Suspension of Arms between us. The one or the other must be superiour, and have the Command. For if the Fancys are left to themselves, the Government must, of course, be theirs. And then, what difference between such a State and Madness?""",Inhabitants,2013-07-10 16:32:25 UTC,""