theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context "","""Nor fill my stormy breast with ire.""",3241,"",HDIS,8494,2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,2009-12-12 17:59:26 UTC,,"","MANDANE.
What doubts oppress my wounded heart!
My soul at every breath doth start!
Fain would my gloomy thoughts retire,
Nor fill my stormy breast with ire:
Yet cares torment my tortur'd mind,
Leaving their rugged tracts behind;
And still my soul they hold in pain,
Their cruel empire to maintain.
",From Act II. Scene VI