work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3268,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-02-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Strength and Wisdom useless prove,
Once to see her is to Love;
Others in Time a heart may gain
By Treaty or Perswasion,
Their Conquests They by Siege obtain;
You o'er my heart were born to reign
And bravely took it by Invasion.",,8528,•I've included twice: Invasion and rule of lover.,"""You o'er my heart were born to reign / And bravely took it by Invasion.""","",2013-06-12 17:43:09 UTC,""
4028,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Once more at least look back, said I;
Thy self in That large Glass descry:
When Thou art in good Humour drest;
When gentle Reason rules thy Breast;
The Sun upon the calmest Sea
Appears not half so bright as Thee:
'Tis then, that with Delight I rove
Upon the boundless Depth of Love:
I bless my Chain: I hand my Oar;
Nor think on all I left on Shoar.
But when vain Doubt, and groundless Fear
Do that Dear Foolish Bosom tear;
When that big Lip, and wat'ry Eye
Tell Me, the rising Storm is nigh:
'Tis then, Thou art yon' angry Main,
Deform'd by Winds, and dash'd by Rain;
And the poor Sailor, that must try
It's Fury, labours less than I.
(ll. 21-38, pp. 198-9)",2012-01-12,10433,"•Subtitle to 1704 verion is ""in Imitation to Greek Idyllium."" Wright and Spears point out the debt to Moschus.
•INTEREST. Pathetic Fallacy as conceit: the lady's looking-glass is the ocean. Metaphors of Tempest, Weather, and Ships follow. ","""When gentle Reason rules thy Breast; / The Sun upon the calmest Sea / Appears not half so bright as Thee.""","",2012-01-12 21:26:38 UTC,""
4106,"",HDIS,2004-02-25 00:00:00 UTC,"With Wishes rais'd, with Jealousies opprest
(Alternate Tyrants of the Human Breast)
By one great Tryal He resolves to prove
The Faith of Woman, and the Force of Love.
If scanning Emma's Virtues, He may find
That beauteous Frame inclose a steady Mind;
He'll fix his Hope, of future Joy secure;
And live a Slave to Hymen's happy Pow'r.
But if the Fair one, as he fears, is frail;
If pois'd aright in Reason's equal Scale,
Light fly her Merits, and her Faults prevail;
His Mind He vows to free from am'rous Care,
The latent Mischief from his Heart to tear,
Resume his Azure Arms, and shine again in War.
(p. 283, ll. 177-90)
",,10564,"","""With Wishes rais'd, with Jealousies opprest / (Alternate Tyrants of the Human Breast) / By one great Tryal He resolves to prove / The Faith of Woman, and the Force of Love.""","",2013-07-22 15:07:44 UTC,""
4107,"",HDIS (Poetry),2004-06-21 00:00:00 UTC,"This Justin heard; nor could his Spleen controul,
Touch'd to the Quick, and tickled at the Soul.
'Sir Knight (he cry'd) if this be all your Dread,
'Heav'n put it past your Doubt, whene'er you wed;
'And to my fervent Pray'rs so far consent,
'That, e're the Rites are o'er, you may repent!
'Good Heav'n, no doubt, the nuptial State approves,
'Since it chastises still what best it loves:
'Then be not, Sir, abandon'd to Despair;
'Seek, and perhaps you'll find, among the Fair,
'One that may do your Business to a Hair;
'Not ev'n in Wish your Happiness delay,
'But prove the Scourge to lash you on your Way:
'Then to the Skies your mounting Soul shall go,
'Swift as an Arrow soaring from the Bow.
'Provided still, you moderate your Joy,
'Nor in your Pleasures all your Might employ:
'Let Reason's Rule your strong Desires abate,
'Nor please too lavishly your gentle Mate.
'Old Wives there are, of Judgment most acute,
'Who solve these Questions beyond all Dispute;
'Consult with those, and be of better Chear;
'Marry, do Penance, and dismiss your Fear.",,10565,•Also published in Ogle's Canterbury Tales(1741).See also entry in Ogle.
•C-H also has it in The Works (1736).
,"""Provided still, you moderate your Joy, / Nor in your Pleasures all your Might employ: / Let Reason's Rule your strong Desires abate, / Nor please too lavishly your gentle Mate.""","",2013-06-12 19:47:12 UTC,""
6718,"",Reading,2010-06-08 22:00:57 UTC,"Nor can this right be less when national;
Reason which governs one, should govern all.
Whate're the dialects of courts may tell,
He that his right demands can ne're rebel;
Which right, if 'tis by Governors denied,
May be procured by force, or foreign aid.
For tyranny's a nation's term of grief;
As folks cry Fire, to hasten in relief.
And when the hated word is heard about,
All men should come to help the people out.
(Part II, p. 48, ll. 834-843)",,17878,"","""Nor can this right be less when national; / Reason which governs one, should govern all.""","",2010-06-08 22:00:57 UTC,Part II
7682,"",Reading,2013-09-18 14:29:58 UTC,"Let either side abate of their Demands,
And both submit to Reason's high Commands,
For which way ere the Conquest shall encline,
The Loss Britannia will at last be thine.
(p. 165, ll. 349-352)",,22790,"","""Let either side abate of their Demands, / And both submit to Reason's high Commands, / For which way ere the Conquest shall encline, / The Loss Britannia will at last be thine.""","",2013-09-18 14:29:58 UTC,""
7682,"",Reading,2013-09-18 14:33:58 UTC,"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us,
And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us:
Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain,
And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign:
Wit-unconcoct is the Extream of Sloth,
And too much Sense is the Extream of both;
Abstracted-Wit 'Tis own'd is a Disease,
But Sense-abstracted has no Power to please:
For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense,
And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense:
Meer Sense is sullen; stiff, and unpolite,
Meer Wit is Apoplectick, thin, and light:
Wit is a King without a Parliament,
And Sense a Democratick Government:
Wit, like the French, wher'e'er it reigns destroys,
And Sense advanc'd is apt to Tyrannize:
Wit without Sense is like the Laughing-Evil,
And Sense unmix'd with Fancy is the D---l.
Wit is a Standing-Army Government,
And Sense a sullen stubborn P---t:
Wit by its haste anticipates its Fate,
And so does Sense by being obstinate:
Wit without Sense in Verse is all but Farce,
Sense without Wit in Verse is all mine A---.
Wit, like the French, performs before it thinks,
And thoughtful Sense without Performance sinks;
Sense without Wit is Flegmatick and pale,
And is all Head, forsooth, without a Tail:
Wit without Sense is Cholerick and Red,
Has Tail enough indeed, but has no Head.
Wit, like the jangling Chimes, rings all in one,
Till Sense, the Artist, sets them into Tune:
Wit, like the Belly, if it be not fed,
Will starve the Members, and distract the Head.
Wit is the Fruitful Womb where Thoughts conceive,
Sense is the Vital Heat which Life and Form must give:
Wit is the Teeming Mother brings them forth,
Sense is the Active Father gives them Worth.
United: Wit and Sense, makes Science thrive,
Divided: neither Wit nor Sense can live;
For while the Parties eagerly contend,
The Mortal Strife must in their mutual Ruin end.
(pp. 165-7, ll. 353-394)",,22792,"OED: ""An abnormally copious flowing of blood, excrement, etc. from the bowels or other organs; a morbid or excessive discharge. spec. An early name for dysentery; also †red flux, †flux of blood, bloody flux (see main entry).""","""Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain, / And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign.""","",2013-09-18 14:49:18 UTC,""
7682,"",Reading,2013-09-18 14:41:49 UTC,"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us,
And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us:
Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain,
And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign:
Wit-unconcoct is the Extream of Sloth,
And too much Sense is the Extream of both;
Abstracted-Wit 'Tis own'd is a Disease,
But Sense-abstracted has no Power to please:
For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense,
And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense:
Meer Sense is sullen; stiff, and unpolite,
Meer Wit is Apoplectick, thin, and light:
Wit is a King without a Parliament,
And Sense a Democratick Government:
Wit, like the French, wher'e'er it reigns destroys,
And Sense advant'd is apt to Tyrannize:
Wit without Sense is like the Laughing-Evil,
And Sense unmix'd with Fancy is the D---l.
Wit is a Standing-Army Government,
And Sense a sullen stubborn P---t:
Wit by its haste anticipates its Fate,
And so does Sense by being obstinate:
Wit without Sense in Verse is all but Farce,
Sense without Wit in Verse is all mine A---.
Wit, like the French, performs before it thinks,
And thoughtful Sense without Performance sinks;
Sense without Wit is Flegmatick and pale,
And is all Head, forsooth, without a Tail:
Wit without Sense is Cholerick and Red,
Has Tail enough indeed, but has no Head.
Wit, like the jangling Chimes, rings all in one,
Till Sense, the Artist, sets them into Tune:
Wit, like the Belly, if it be not fed,
Will starve the Members, and distract the Head.
Wit is the Fruitful Womb where Thoughts conceive,
Sense is the Vital Heat which Life and Form must give:
Wit is the Teeming Mother brings them forth,
Sense is the Active Father gives them Worth.
United: Wit and Sense, makes Science thrive,
Divided: neither Wit nor Sense can live;
For while the Parties eagerly contend,
The Mortal Strife must in their mutual Ruin end.
(pp. 165-7, ll. 353-394)",,22795,"","""Wit is a King without a Parliament, / And Sense a Democratick Government.""","",2013-09-18 14:41:49 UTC,""
7682,"",Reading,2013-09-18 14:44:51 UTC,"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us,
And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us:
Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain,
And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign:
Wit-unconcoct is the Extream of Sloth,
And too much Sense is the Extream of both;
Abstracted-Wit 'Tis own'd is a Disease,
But Sense-abstracted has no Power to please:
For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense,
And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense:
Meer Sense is sullen; stiff, and unpolite,
Meer Wit is Apoplectick, thin, and light:
Wit is a King without a Parliament,
And Sense a Democratick Government:
Wit, like the French, wher'e'er it reigns destroys,
And Sense advanc'd is apt to Tyrannize:
Wit without Sense is like the Laughing-Evil,
And Sense unmix'd with Fancy is the D---l.
Wit is a Standing-Army Government,
And Sense a sullen stubborn P---t:
Wit by its haste anticipates its Fate,
And so does Sense by being obstinate:
Wit without Sense in Verse is all but Farce,
Sense without Wit in Verse is all mine A---.
Wit, like the French, performs before it thinks,
And thoughtful Sense without Performance sinks;
Sense without Wit is Flegmatick and pale,
And is all Head, forsooth, without a Tail:
Wit without Sense is Cholerick and Red,
Has Tail enough indeed, but has no Head.
Wit, like the jangling Chimes, rings all in one,
Till Sense, the Artist, sets them into Tune:
Wit, like the Belly, if it be not fed,
Will starve the Members, and distract the Head.
Wit is the Fruitful Womb where Thoughts conceive,
Sense is the Vital Heat which Life and Form must give:
Wit is the Teeming Mother brings them forth,
Sense is the Active Father gives them Worth.
United: Wit and Sense, makes Science thrive,
Divided: neither Wit nor Sense can live;
For while the Parties eagerly contend,
The Mortal Strife must in their mutual Ruin end.
(pp. 165-7, ll. 353-394)",,22796,"FIXING ANOTHER TYPO from C-H Lion: ""advant'd""","""Wit, like the French, wher'e'er it reigns destroys, / And Sense advanc'd is apt to Tyrannize.""","",2013-09-18 14:44:51 UTC,""
7682,"",Reading,2013-09-18 15:04:13 UTC,"Wit, like a hasty Flood, may over-run us,
And too much Sense has oftentimes undone us:
Wit is a Flux, a Looseness of the Brain,
And Sense-abstract has too much Pride to reign:
Wit-unconcoct is the Extream of Sloth,
And too much Sense is the Extream of both;
Abstracted-Wit 'Tis own'd is a Disease,
But Sense-abstracted has no Power to please:
For Sense, like Water, is but Wit condense,
And Wit, like Air, is rarify'd from Sense:
Meer Sense is sullen; stiff, and unpolite,
Meer Wit is Apoplectick, thin, and light:
Wit is a King without a Parliament,
And Sense a Democratick Government:
Wit, like the French, wher'e'er it reigns destroys,
And Sense advanc'd is apt to Tyrannize:
Wit without Sense is like the Laughing-Evil,
And Sense unmix'd with Fancy is the D---l.
Wit is a Standing-Army Government,
And Sense a sullen stubborn P---t:
Wit by its haste anticipates its Fate,
And so does Sense by being obstinate:
Wit without Sense in Verse is all but Farce,
Sense without Wit in Verse is all mine A---.
Wit, like the French, performs before it thinks,
And thoughtful Sense without Performance sinks;
Sense without Wit is Flegmatick and pale,
And is all Head, forsooth, without a Tail:
Wit without Sense is Cholerick and Red,
Has Tail enough indeed, but has no Head.
Wit, like the jangling Chimes, rings all in one,
Till Sense, the Artist, sets them into Tune:
Wit, like the Belly, if it be not fed,
Will starve the Members, and distract the Head.
Wit is the Fruitful Womb where Thoughts conceive,
Sense is the Vital Heat which Life and Form must give:
Wit is the Teeming Mother brings them forth,
Sense is the Active Father gives them Worth.
United: Wit and Sense, makes Science thrive,
Divided: neither Wit nor Sense can live;
For while the Parties eagerly contend,
The Mortal Strife must in their mutual Ruin end.
(pp. 165-7, ll. 353-394)",,22798,"","""Wit is a Standing-Army Government, / And Sense a sullen stubborn P---t.""","",2013-09-18 15:04:13 UTC,""