text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"VICTORIA Sola.
VICTORIA
Well, Clarinda, I see you are true to the Maxim of your Sex, of two Evils, to chuse the worst; tho' I should think my self very fortunate, as the World goes now, to have such an honourable Lover as the Colonel--but, alas! I am wretched, in having plac'd my first Affections on a Man that so little deserves them--I was in hopes his mean Attempt on my Virtue, had banish'd every tender Thought of him from my Breast: But I find his Image is too strongly stamp'd, to be so soon effac'd; and whilst I am thinking to forget him--I fear I'm only thinking of him--Ha! here again!--and I alone --I was certainly bewitch'd!--Bless me! what can I do?--Where shall I run?--O, here's an Arbour, I'll hide my self in that.
[Goes into the Arbour.
Enter GAINLOVE, musing.
GAINLOVE
How powerful are the Charms of Modesty!
That, like the Sun-beams ripening Gems in Rocks,
Can kindle Virtues in the roughest Breast.
What a happy Turn of Mind, and generous Sentiments, has the inflexible Innocence of that lovely Creature inspir'd me with--And I now feel a more exquisite Pleasure from a Repulse--than I e'er knew in all my vicious Conquests o'er the Sex.
VICTORIA
[listning.]
Pray Heaven he speak the Truth.
GAINLOVE
How falsely have I hitherto judg'd of Happiness! placing my Heaven in Luxury and Lewdness, where still the very Means prevent the End; for Vicious Pleasures are destroyed like Powder, by the same Match they are kindl'd; and could but Women search our Breasts, they would easily perceive that the only way to preserve our Love and Admiration, is to gain our Esteem, by preserving their own Virtue--for we no longer regard a beauteous Face, than 'tis the Index of a beauteous Mind.
VICTORIA
Well, I am strangely pleased with this--I may venture to let him see me now--
[Walks across the Stage, as not observing him.
GAINLOVE
Ha! is not that she?--it is--and I'll embrace this lucky Moment to sue for Pardon,
[Going towards her, stops short.]
and yet, methinks I'm now asham'd to see her; for sure she must scorn and hate me for my senseless Insult--No--I injure her by such unjust Suspicions--real Innocence, and unaffected Virtue, never insult a Person for Mistakes they are sensible of and acknowledge--
[Goes up to her, and takes her by the Hand
VICTORIA
[Starting, as seeming surpized.]
What, Sir's, your Meaning --to affront me in the manner you have done already?
(III.i)",2009-09-14 19:36:12 UTC,"An image may be ""too strongly stamp'd, to be soon effac'd"" from one's [breast? mind?]",2004-03-05 00:00:00 UTC,III.i,Soliloquy,,"",•This looks like a promising play to search. I should REVISIT.,"Researching Soliloquy in HDIS (Drama); Found again ""stamp"" and ""thought"" and ""breast""",11731,4453
"Just so supreme[1], unmated, and alone,
The Soul assumes her intellectual throne;
Around their queen attendant spirits watch,
Each rising thought with prompt observance catch,
The tidings of internal passion spread,
And thro' each part the swift contagion shed.
With motive throes the quickening limbs conceive;
The blood tempestuous, pours a flushing wave;
With raging swell alternate pantings rise;
And terrors rowl within the kindling eyes.
The mind thus speeds her ministry abroad,
And rules obedient matter with a nod;
The obsequious mass beneath her influence yields,
And even her will the unwieldy fabric wields.
Thro' winding paths[2] her sprightly envoys fly,
Or watchful in the frontier senses lie;
Brisk on the tongue[3] the grateful gusto greet,
And thro' the nerves return the ideal sweet;
Or incense[4] from the nostrils gate exhale,
And to their goddess waft the odorous gale;
Or musical to charm[5] the listening soul,
Attentive round the tortuous ear patrole,
There each sonorous undulation wait,
And thrill in rapture to the mental seat;
Or wondrous[6] to the organick vision pass,
And to the mind inflect the magick glass;
Here born elate[7] upon etherial tides,
The blythe illuminated glory glides,
And on the beam the painted image rides[8];
Those images that still continuous flow,
Effluviated around, above, below,
True to the colour, distance, shape, and size,
That from essential things perpetual rise,
And obvious gratulate[9] our wondering eyes;
Convey the bloom of nature's smiling scene[10],
The vernal landskip, and the watery main;
The flocks that nibble[11] on the flowery lawn,
The frisking lambkin, and the wanton fawn;
The sight[12] how grateful to the social soul,
That thus imbibes the blessings of the whole,
Joys in their joy, while each inspires his breast
With blessings multiplied from all that's blest!
Nor less yon heights[13] the unfolding heaven display,
Its nightly twinkle, and its streaming day;
The page impress'd conspicuous on the skies,
A preface to the Book of Glory lies;
We mount the steep, high born upon delight,
While hope aspires beyond--and distances the sight.
Thus heaven and earth, whom varying graces deck,
In full proportions paint the visual speck;
So awful did[14] the Almighty's forming will,
Amazing texture, and stupendous skill,
The visionary net[15] and tunics weave[16],
And the bright gem with lucid humours lave[17];
So gave the ball's collected ray to glow,
And round the pupil arch'd his radiant bow[18];
Full in a point[19] unmeasured spaces lie,
And worlds inclusive dwell within our eye.
Yet useless was[20] this textured wonder made,
Were Nature, beauteous object! undisplay'd;
Those, both as vain, the object, and the sight,
Wrapt from the radiance of revealing light;
As vain the bright illuminating beam,
Unwafted by the medium's airy stream:
Yet vain the textured eye, and object fair,
The sunny lustre, and continuous air;
Annull'd and blank this grand illustrious scene,
All, all its grace, and lifeless glories, vain;
Till from the Eternal[21] sprung this effluent Soul,
Bless'd to inspect, and comprehend the whole!
O whence, say whence this endless Beauty springs,
This awful, dear, delightful depth of things?
Whence but from Thee! Thou Great One! Thou Divine!
Placid! and Mild! All Gracious! All Benign!
Thou Nature's Parent! and Supreme Desire!
How loved the offspring!--and how bless'd the Sire!
How ever Bless'd! as blessings from Thee flow,
And spread all bounteous on Thy works below:
The reptile[22], wreathed in many a wanton play;
And insect, basking in the shine of day;
The grazing quadruped, and plumy choir
That earthly born to heavenly heights aspire;
All species, form'd beneath the solar beam,
That numberless adorn our future theme,--
Fed in Thy bounty, fashion'd in Thy Skill,
Cloath'd in Thy Love, instructed in Thy will,
Safe in Thy conduct, their unerring guide,
All-save the child of ignorance and pride--
The paths of Beauty and of Truth pursue,
And teach proud man those lectures which ensue!
NOTES
1. It is an observation of an author learned in the law, that ""non omne simile quatuor pedi-""bus currit;"" yet as our passions (the operation of which is above described) may be called a state of warfare, the simile even in that respect is not unjust.
2. did not think it necessary to insert here the sense of feeling, not only because there is no special or peculiar organ to which it bears relation, but because I take it for a sort of universal sense, all sensation being performed by contact; and so--
3. tasting--
4. smelling--
5. hearing, and--
6. seeing, being but a different kind of touch, or feeling, agreeable and accommodated to the difference of objects that are thereby perceived.
7. The manner in which the--
8. object is conveyed to the eye--
9. by whose second mediation the perceiving soul rejoices--
10. beholding the elegance and beauty of nature--
11. but chiefly those animated beings who through life are susceptible of happiness--
12. as every generous person increases his happiness by rejoicing in the happiness of others--
13. and as by means of this miraculous organ of sight, the beauties of earth are conspicuous, so in the first page of heaven expanded before us, to raise our hope to an assurance of further bliss.
14. The wonderful texture of the aye--
15. its retina (continued from the optick nerve) which is the proper organ of vision--
16. its coats--
17. humours--
18. and Iris, or circle surrounding the pupil, within which--
19. the images of things are distinctly painted.
20. The infinitely wise adjustment of nature demonstrated; inasmuch as the eye had been useless without the object, both eye and object useless without light, the eye, the object, and the light, still useless without the medium of air for conveyance, and altogether as useless without.
21. The mind, which only can perceive.
22. This paragraph was added as a hint of the following part, which chiefly treats of the arts and instincts of the inferior animal system: which subject, as it is less abstruse, so, it is probable, it will be more agreeable than any hitherto treated of.",2009-09-14 19:36:26 UTC,"""Around their queen attendant spirits watch, / Each rising thought with prompt observance catch, / The tidings of internal passion spread, / And thro' each part the swift contagion shed""",2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,Ruler,"•Rich Passage. INTEREST. REVISIT. Another complete allegory of the soul's operations. Cross-reference Blackmore's Alfred and other such passages.
•I've included thrice: Monarch, Attendants, Gossip",HDIS,11953,4548
"Just so supreme[1], unmated, and alone,
The Soul assumes her intellectual throne;
Around their queen attendant spirits watch,
Each rising thought with prompt observance catch,
The tidings of internal passion spread,
And thro' each part the swift contagion shed.
With motive throes the quickening limbs conceive;
The blood tempestuous, pours a flushing wave;
With raging swell alternate pantings rise;
And terrors rowl within the kindling eyes.
The mind thus speeds her ministry abroad,
And rules obedient matter with a nod;
The obsequious mass beneath her influence yields,
And even her will the unwieldy fabric wields.
Thro' winding paths[2] her sprightly envoys fly,
Or watchful in the frontier senses lie;
Brisk on the tongue[3] the grateful gusto greet,
And thro' the nerves return the ideal sweet;
Or incense[4] from the nostrils gate exhale,
And to their goddess waft the odorous gale;
Or musical to charm[5] the listening soul,
Attentive round the tortuous ear patrole,
There each sonorous undulation wait,
And thrill in rapture to the mental seat;
Or wondrous[6] to the organick vision pass,
And to the mind inflect the magick glass;
Here born elate[7] upon etherial tides,
The blythe illuminated glory glides,
And on the beam the painted image rides[8];
Those images that still continuous flow,
Effluviated around, above, below,
True to the colour, distance, shape, and size,
That from essential things perpetual rise,
And obvious gratulate[9] our wondering eyes;
Convey the bloom of nature's smiling scene[10],
The vernal landskip, and the watery main;
The flocks that nibble[11] on the flowery lawn,
The frisking lambkin, and the wanton fawn;
The sight[12] how grateful to the social soul,
That thus imbibes the blessings of the whole,
Joys in their joy, while each inspires his breast
With blessings multiplied from all that's blest!
Nor less yon heights[13] the unfolding heaven display,
Its nightly twinkle, and its streaming day;
The page impress'd conspicuous on the skies,
A preface to the Book of Glory lies;
We mount the steep, high born upon delight,
While hope aspires beyond--and distances the sight.
Thus heaven and earth, whom varying graces deck,
In full proportions paint the visual speck;
So awful did[14] the Almighty's forming will,
Amazing texture, and stupendous skill,
The visionary net[15] and tunics weave[16],
And the bright gem with lucid humours lave[17];
So gave the ball's collected ray to glow,
And round the pupil arch'd his radiant bow[18];
Full in a point[19] unmeasured spaces lie,
And worlds inclusive dwell within our eye.
Yet useless was[20] this textured wonder made,
Were Nature, beauteous object! undisplay'd;
Those, both as vain, the object, and the sight,
Wrapt from the radiance of revealing light;
As vain the bright illuminating beam,
Unwafted by the medium's airy stream:
Yet vain the textured eye, and object fair,
The sunny lustre, and continuous air;
Annull'd and blank this grand illustrious scene,
All, all its grace, and lifeless glories, vain;
Till from the Eternal[21] sprung this effluent Soul,
Bless'd to inspect, and comprehend the whole!
O whence, say whence this endless Beauty springs,
This awful, dear, delightful depth of things?
Whence but from Thee! Thou Great One! Thou Divine!
Placid! and Mild! All Gracious! All Benign!
Thou Nature's Parent! and Supreme Desire!
How loved the offspring!--and how bless'd the Sire!
How ever Bless'd! as blessings from Thee flow,
And spread all bounteous on Thy works below:
The reptile[22], wreathed in many a wanton play;
And insect, basking in the shine of day;
The grazing quadruped, and plumy choir
That earthly born to heavenly heights aspire;
All species, form'd beneath the solar beam,
That numberless adorn our future theme,--
Fed in Thy bounty, fashion'd in Thy Skill,
Cloath'd in Thy Love, instructed in Thy will,
Safe in Thy conduct, their unerring guide,
All-save the child of ignorance and pride--
The paths of Beauty and of Truth pursue,
And teach proud man those lectures which ensue!
NOTES
1. It is an observation of an author learned in the law, that ""non omne simile quatuor pedi-""bus currit;"" yet as our passions (the operation of which is above described) may be called a state of warfare, the simile even in that respect is not unjust.
2. did not think it necessary to insert here the sense of feeling, not only because there is no special or peculiar organ to which it bears relation, but because I take it for a sort of universal sense, all sensation being performed by contact; and so--
3. tasting--
4. smelling--
5. hearing, and--
6. seeing, being but a different kind of touch, or feeling, agreeable and accommodated to the difference of objects that are thereby perceived.
7. The manner in which the--
8. object is conveyed to the eye--
9. by whose second mediation the perceiving soul rejoices--
10. beholding the elegance and beauty of nature--
11. but chiefly those animated beings who through life are susceptible of happiness--
12. as every generous person increases his happiness by rejoicing in the happiness of others--
13. and as by means of this miraculous organ of sight, the beauties of earth are conspicuous, so in the first page of heaven expanded before us, to raise our hope to an assurance of further bliss.
14. The wonderful texture of the aye--
15. its retina (continued from the optick nerve) which is the proper organ of vision--
16. its coats--
17. humours--
18. and Iris, or circle surrounding the pupil, within which--
19. the images of things are distinctly painted.
20. The infinitely wise adjustment of nature demonstrated; inasmuch as the eye had been useless without the object, both eye and object useless without light, the eye, the object, and the light, still useless without the medium of air for conveyance, and altogether as useless without.
21. The mind, which only can perceive.
22. This paragraph was added as a hint of the following part, which chiefly treats of the arts and instincts of the inferior animal system: which subject, as it is less abstruse, so, it is probable, it will be more agreeable than any hitherto treated of.
",2013-06-26 16:32:05 UTC,"[Allegories of taste, smell, sound, and vision.]",2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",•Rich Passage. INTEREST. REVISIT. Another complete allegory of the soul's operations. Cross-reference Blackmore's Alfred and other such passages.
•I've included twice in Government: Rule of Reason and Ministers
,HDIS,11961,4548
"O say, while yet, nor time, nor place was found,
And space immense in its own depth was drown'd;
If Nothing was, or Something yet was not,
Or tho' to be, e'erwhile was unbegot;
If caused, then how?--if causeless, why effect?
(No hand to form, nor model to direct)
Why ever made?--so soon?--or why so late?
What chance, what will, what freedom, or what fate?--
Matter, and spirit, fire, air, ocean, earth;
All Nature born, nor conscious of its birth!--
Alike unconscious did the womb disclose,
And Nothing wonder'd whence this Something rose--
Then, by what power?--or what such power could move?
Wisdom, or chance?--necessity, or love?
O, from what root could such high plenty grow?
From what deep fount such boundless oceans flow?
What fund could such unwearied wealth afford?
Subjects unnumber'd! where, O where's your Lord?
Whence are your attributes of time and place
Won from eternity and boundless space?
Motion from rest? just order from misrule?
A world from nought?--all empty, now all full!
From silence harmony? from darkness light?
And beamy day from everlasting night?[1]
Light, matter, motion, music, order, laws!
And silent dark nonentity the cause?
But chance, you'll say--I ask you, chance of what,
If nothing was?--'tis answer'd, chance of nought.
Alike from matter moved[2], could Beauty rise,
The florid planets, and gay ambient skies;
Or painted skies, and rolling orbs, dispense
Perception, life, thought, reason, judgment, sense.
Mysterious Thought! swift Angel of the mind!
By space unbounded, tho' to space confined,
How dost thou glow with just disdain, how scorn,
That thought could ever think thee earthly born?
Thou who canst distance motion in thy flight,
Wing with aspiring plume the wondrous height,
Swifter than light outspeed the flame of day,
Pierce thro' the dark profound, and shame the darting ray;
Throughout the universal system range,
New form old systems, and new systems change;
Thro' nature traffick on, from pole to pole,
And stamp new worlds on thy dilated soul;
(By time unlimited, unbound by space)
Sure demonstration of thy heavenly race,
Derived from that, which is derived from none,
Which ever is--but of Himself alone!",2009-09-14 19:36:27 UTC,""" Thro' nature traffick on, from pole to pole, / And stamp new worlds on thy dilated soul""",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","",HDIS (Poetry),11968,4548
"But vain those gifts[1], those graces to relate,
Which all perceive, and envy deems complete.
""O Nature!"" cries the wretch of human birth,
""O why a step-dame to this lord of earth?
""To brutes indulgent[2] bends thy partial care,
""While just complainings fill our natal air.
""Helpless, uncloathed, the pride of nature lies,
""And Heaven relentless hears his viceroy's cries.
""O wherefore not with native bounties bless'd,
""Nor thus in humble poor dependance dress'd?
""Give me the self-born garb, the bark of trees,
""The downy feather, and the wintry fleece;
""The crocodile's invulnerable scale,
""Or the firm tortoise's impervious mail;
""The strength of elephants, the rein deer's speed,
""Fleet and elastic as the bounding steed;
""The peacock's state of gorgeous plumage add,
""Gay as the dove in golden verdure clad;
""Give me the scent of each sagacious hound,
""The lynx's eye, and linnet's warbling sound;
""The soaring wing and steerage of the crane,
""And spare the toil and dangers of the main:
""O why of these thy bounteous goods bereft,
""And only to interior Reason left?
""There, there alone, I bless thy kind decree;
""Nor cause of grief, or emulation see.""",2009-09-14 19:36:28 UTC,"""'O why of these thy bounteous goods bereft, / 'And only to interior Reason left?""",2005-08-09 00:00:00 UTC,"",Inwardness,,"",
,"Searching ""mind"" and ""interio"" in HDIS (Poetry)",11980,4548
"But, thanks to Providence, the sacred Monuments of History extend the short contracted Span of human Life, and give us Years in Books. These point out the glorious Landmarks for our Safety; and bid us be wise in Time, before Luxury has made too great a Progress among us. Operas and Masquerades, with all the politer Elegancies of a wanton Age, are much less to be regarded for their Expence (great as it is) than for the Tendency, which they have to deprave our Manners. Musick has something so peculiar in it, that it exerts a willing Tyranny over the Mind, and forms the ductil Soul into whatever Shape the Melody directs. Wise Nations have observed its Influence, and have theresore kept it under proper Regulations. The Spartans, vigilantly provident for the People's Safety, took from the famed Timotheus's Harp the additional Strings, as giving his Musick a Degree of Softness inconsistent with their Discipline. [...]
(p. 176)",2013-11-12 23:37:03 UTC,"""Musick has something so peculiar in it, that it exerts a willing Tyranny over the Mind, and forms the ductil Soul into whatever Shape the Melody directs.""",2013-11-12 23:37:03 UTC,"","",,"","",Searching in Google Books,23188,7766
"It is agreed on all Hands that, amongst private Persons, nothing ought to be held more inviolable than the Communication of our Thoughts by a mutual Intercourse of Letters. The tender Concerns and reciprocal Endearments of Lovers; the unguarded Intelligence of intimate Friends; the Mysteries of Tradesmen and Mechanicks; the Negotiations, Contracts and Engagements of mercantile Persons; the Views, Expectations and Pursuits of Some; the Misfortunes and Necessities of Others; and the Secrets of Families in general, of whatsoever Kind, which are conveyed in an epistolary Manner, are Things of so sacred a Nature, that, in all civiliz'd Countries, it has been esteem'd highly scandalous to satisfy our Curiosity at another's Expence A Man of true Honour will as soon break open a Lock as a Letter, which does not belong to him; and pick his Neighbour's Pocket, as soon as discover his Nakedness in this Respect; for a Letter, being the Representative of the Person's Heart, who sends it, ought to pass, without Examination or Interruption, to the Hand, to which it is directed; since, otherwise, this Convenience will be of little Use to Mankind, who would no more communicate their Thoughts, in a free Manner, upon many Topicks, than they would talk upon them in publick Company. When a Man therefore has set down his Thoughts upon a Piece of Paper, and put his Signet upon it, he ought to be as safe as if he was privately talking to his Friend in his Closet; and I cannot help thinking that Man a worse Kind of Evesdropper, who breaks into this secret Cabinet, than one, who skulks under my Window, or listens thro' the Key-hole.
(p. 230)",2013-11-12 23:41:26 UTC,"""A Man of true Honour will as soon break open a Lock as a Letter, which does not belong to him; and pick his Neighbour's Pocket, as soon as discover his Nakedness in this Respect; for a Letter, being the Representative of the Person's Heart, who sends it, ought to pass, without Examination or Interruption, to the Hand, to which it is directed; since, otherwise, this Convenience will be of little Use to Mankind, who would no more communicate their Thoughts, in a free Manner, upon many Topicks, than they would talk upon them in publick Company.""",2013-11-12 23:41:26 UTC,"","",,Writing,INTEREST. More fodder for disagreements about letters as mirrors of mind/breast.,Searching in Google Books,23189,7767
"I am willing to take the Poet's Word for it, that my Skill has been well employ'd; and that so useful a Discovery will amply recompence all my Pains and Application. For though it is generally believed that few Statesmen are much afflicted with this terrible Inmate; yet, upon a careful Inspection of human Nature, I find it to be a vulgar Error; and am fully satisfied that, notwithstanding the outward placid Behaviour and smiling Aspect of these Men, (which may be the Effect of Habit and Art) their own Minds often put them on the Rack, and torment them with Reflections on the vile Measures, which they are pursuing.br>
(p. 244)",2013-11-13 04:30:30 UTC,"""For though it is generally believed that few Statesmen are much afflicted with this terrible Inmate; yet, upon a careful Inspection of human Nature, I find it to be a vulgar Error; and am fully satisfied that, notwithstanding the outward placid Behaviour and smiling Aspect of these Men, (which may be the Effect of Habit and Art) their own Minds often put them on the Rack, and torment them with Reflections on the vile Measures, which they are pursuing.""",2013-11-12 23:44:44 UTC,"","",,Inhabitants,"",Searching in Google Books,23190,7768
"Inur'd to Falshood, we ourselves deceive,
Oft what we wish, we fancy, we believe;
We call that Judgment which is only Will,
And as we act, we learn to argue ill;
Like Bigots, who their various Creeds defend
By making Reason still to System bend.
Customs or Int'rests govern all Mankind,
Some Biass cleaves to the unguarded Mind;
Thro' this, as in a false or flatt'ring Glass
Things seem to change their Natures as they pass.
Objects the same in diff'rent Lights appear,
And but the Colours which we give 'em wear.
Error and Fraud from this great Source arise,
All Fools are modish, and all Knaves are wise.
Who doesnot boast some Merit of his own,
Tho' to himself perhaps 'tis only known?
Each suits Rewards to his own fav'rite Vice,
Pride has its Crowns, and Lust its Paradise:
Bonze, Priest and Dervise, all in this agree,
That Heaven must be for Pomp or Luxury;
Man, Slave to Sense no higher Bliss can know,
Still measures Things above by Things below.
Joys much the same, but differ in Degree,
As Time eniarg'd becomes Eternity.
(pp. 4-5, ll. 96-120)",2013-11-17 19:35:25 UTC,"""We call that Judgment which is only Will, / And as we act, we learn to argue ill; / Like Bigots, who their various Creeds defend / By making Reason still to System bend.""",2013-11-17 19:35:25 UTC,"","",,"","",Reading,23229,4543
"Inur'd to Falshood, we ourselves deceive,
Oft what we wish, we fancy, we believe;
We call that Judgment which is only Will,
And as we act, we learn to argue ill;
Like Bigots, who their various Creeds defend
By making Reason still to System bend.
Customs or Int'rests govern all Mankind,
Some Biass cleaves to the unguarded Mind;
Thro' this, as in a false or flatt'ring Glass
Things seem to change their Natures as they pass.
Objects the same in diff'rent Lights appear,
And but the Colours which we give 'em wear.
Error and Fraud from this great Source arise,
All Fools are modish, and all Knaves are wise.
Who doesnot boast some Merit of his own,
Tho' to himself perhaps 'tis only known?
Each suits Rewards to his own fav'rite Vice,
Pride has its Crowns, and Lust its Paradise:
Bonze, Priest and Dervise, all in this agree,
That Heaven must be for Pomp or Luxury;
Man, Slave to Sense no higher Bliss can know,
Still measures Things above by Things below.
Joys much the same, but differ in Degree,
As Time eniarg'd becomes Eternity.
(pp. 4-5, ll. 96-120)",2013-11-17 19:39:42 UTC,"""Customs or Int'rests govern all Mankind, / Some Biass cleaves to the unguarded Mind; / Thro' this, as in a false or flatt'ring Glass / Things seem to change their Natures as they pass.""",2013-11-17 19:39:42 UTC,"","",,Mirror,"",Reading,23230,4543