id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at 22687,Metal,"",,"""Soon as the guilty passion is allay'd, / The green and morbid colour of our souls / Is chang'd to virgin white; a gentle breeze / Of pity springs within us.""",2013-09-04 02:15:04 UTC,"","",7669,"CICERO.
Daughter, I've look'd into the hearts of men,
And trac'd the shifting passions, as they turn
To opposite extremes; there I have mark'd,
When Envy keeps the throne, 'tis Hell within us:
Soon as the guilty passion is allay'd,
The green and morbid colour of our souls
Is chang'd to virgin white; a gentle breeze
Of pity springs within us;
with fond sorrow
Upon our prostrate rival we look down,
And mourn our own success.
(p. 76)","",2013-09-04 02:15:04 UTC