work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 7620,"",LION,2013-08-17 21:51:53 UTC,"AIR III. Young Philaret and Celia met.

The Youth whom I to save wou'd die,
Surpasses all Desire;
Love's fatal Dart, enflames my Heart,
And sets me all on Fire.

The plaintive Dove, without her Love,
Thus mourns like me opprest;
But when her Mate arrives, tho' late.
Joy triumphs in her Breast.
(I.ii, p. 10)",,22310,"","""The Youth whom I to save wou'd die, / Surpasses all Desire; / Love's fatal Dart, enflames my Heart, / And sets me all on Fire.""","",2013-08-17 21:52:39 UTC,"Act I, scene ii"