work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 6636,"",Searching Frank Jenners Wilstach's A Dictionary of Similes.,2009-12-20 03:14:17 UTC,"The Mind, that broods o’er guilty woes
Is like the Scorpion girt by fire;

In circle narrowing as it glows,
The flame around their captive close,
Till inly searched by thousand throes,
And maddening in her ire,
One sad and sole relief she knows –
The sting she nourished for her foes,
Whose venom never yet was vain,
Gives but one pang, and cures all pain,
And darts into her desperate brain:
So do the dark in soul expire,
Or live like Scorpion girt by fire;
So writhes the mind Remorse hath riven,
Unfit for earth, undoomed for heaven,
Darkness above, despair beneath,
Around it flame, within it death?
",,17588,Ed SDM,"""The Mind, that broods o’er guilty woes / Is like the Scorpion girt by fire""","",2009-12-20 03:16:15 UTC,""