id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at
10688,Throne,"",2012-07-01,"""While Passions in their Breasts ungovern'd rage, / Distract the Mind, and War intestine wage, / Reason divine from her high Throne descends, / Lays by her Scepter, and her Pow'r suspends.""",2004-07-14 00:00:00 UTC,Searching HDIS (Poetry),•I've included twice: Anarchy and Civil War,4153,"While Passions in their Breasts ungovern'd rage,
Distract the Mind, and War intestine wage,
Reason divine from her high Throne descends,
Lays by her Scepter, and her Pow'r suspends.
Mean time, transform'd, they various Shapes assume,
These rav'ning Bears, and Lyons those become,
Some odious Swine, some Goats, and Asses some.
","",2012-07-02 14:13:20 UTC
10696,Court,"",,"""Faith, Madam, the Cannon of Constancy is a heavy Carriage, and if I shou'd summon my Senses to a Council of War, and make Reason Judge-Advocate, 'tis odds but I raise the Siege.""",2004-11-16 00:00:00 UTC,Searching in HDIS (Drama),•I've included twice: Council and Judge,4154,"MAR.
So! I'll be hang'd if this is not Mademoisel Flutter now. Pox of these Matrimonial Intreagues--but Egad we will have Dancing--I'm resolv'd.
[Exit].
RAV.
Faith, Madam, the Cannon of Constancy is a heavy Carriage, and if I shou'd summon my Senses to a Council of War, and make Reason Judge-Advocate, 'tis odds but I raise the Siege.
MAD.
Well, Colonel, if I surrender Prisoner of War, remember I expect to be generously used.
(V.v)","Act V, scene v",2013-11-23 21:13:31 UTC
10751,Throne,"",,"""When threat'ning Tides of Rage and Anger rise, / Usurp the Throne, and Reason's Sway despise, / When in the Seats of Life this Tempest reigns, / Beats thro' the Heart, and drives along the Veins, / See, Eloquence with Force perswasive binds / The restless Waves, and charms the warring Winds: Resistless bids tumultuous Uproar cease, / Recals the Calm, and gives the Bosom Peace.""",2004-07-15 00:00:00 UTC,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),"•I've included four times: Weather, Liquid, Government, Rule and Subjection",4167," See, how resistless Orators perswade,
Draw out their Forces, and the Heart invade:
Touch ev'ry Spring and Movement of the Soul,
This Appetite excite, and That controul.
Their pow'rful Voice can flying Troops arrest,
Confirm the weak, and melt th' obdurate Breast;
Chace from the sad their melancholly Air,
Sooth Discontent, and solace anxious Care.
When threat'ning Tides of Rage and Anger rise,
Usurp the Throne, and Reason's Sway despise,
When in the Seats of Life this Tempest reigns,
Beats thro' the Heart, and drives along the Veins,
See, Eloquence with Force perswasive binds
The restless Waves, and charms the warring Winds:
Resistless bids tumultuous Uproar cease,
Recals the Calm, and gives the Bosom Peace.
(VII, ll. 354-369, pp. 332-3)",Book VII,2013-08-07 14:06:53 UTC
10782,Empire and Inhabitants,"",,"""These Out-guards of the Mind are sent abroad, / And still patrolling beat the neighb'ring Road: / Or to the Parts remote obedient fly, / Keep Posts advanc'd, and on the Frontier lye.""",2005-05-18 00:00:00 UTC,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),INTEREST,4167,"These Out-guards of the Mind are sent abroad,
And still patrolling beat the neighb'ring Road:
Or to the Parts remote obedient fly,
Keep Posts advanc'd, and on the Frontier lye.
The watchful Centinels at ev'ry Gate,
At ev'ry Passage to the Senses wait.
Still travel to and fro the Nervous way,
And their Impressions to the Brain convey,
Where their Report the Vital Envoys make,
And with new Orders are remanded back.
Quick, as a darted Beam of Light, they go,
Thro' diff'rent Paths to diff'rent Organs flow,
Whence they reflect as swiftly to the Brain,
To give it Pleasure, or to give it Pain.
(VI, ll. 670-683, pp. 305-6)",Book VI,2013-08-07 14:40:42 UTC
17819,Fetters,Psychomachia,2011-06-26,"""Should you presumptuous, quit your safer Ground, / And seek the utmost Lines, which Vertue bound, / And on the Frontier to engage the Foe,
With Reason 's weak collected Forces go, / You'll soon those nice, ill-guarded Limits pass, / Throw down your Arms, and fond her Feet embrace, / In her soft Snares her Pris'ner she'll detain, / And will you then have Pow'r to break her Chain?""",2010-05-20 17:41:09 UTC,"Searching ""reason"" and ""frontier"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",4257,"Should you presumptuous, quit your safer Ground,
And seek the utmost Lines, which Vertue bound,
And on the Frontier to engage the Foe,
With Reason 's weak collected Forces go,
You'll soon those nice, ill-guarded Limits pass,
Throw down your Arms, and fond her Feet embrace,
In her soft Snares her Pris'ner she'll detain,
And will you then have Pow'r to break her Chain?","",2011-05-27 14:37:20 UTC
17831,Empire,Psychomachia,,"""He shou'd set afoot the powerfullest Facultys of his Mind, and assemble the best Forces of his Wit and Judgment, in order to make a formal Descent on the Territorys of the Heart: resolving to decline no Combat, nor hearken to any Terms, till he had pierc'd into its inmost Provinces, and reach'd the Seat of Empire.""",2010-06-01 16:44:31 UTC,"Reading Robert Marsh's Four Dialectical Theories of Poetry: An Aspect of English Neoclassical Criticism (Chicago and London: The University of Chicago Press, 1965), ch. 2. Metaphor confirmed in Google Books.","•INTEREST. This is strange: an exhortation is to invade oneself!
•USE IN ENTRY.
•Note, this was assigned to the wrong work orginally (by Marsh?). Record created on 2004-03-03 00:00:00 UTC. I located the passage.",4136,"Whatever Philosopher, Critick, or Author is convinc'd of this Prerogative of Nature, will easily be persuaded to apply himself to the great Work of reforming his Taste; which he will have reason to suspect, if he be not such a one as has deliberately endeavour'd to frame it by the just Standard of Nature. Whether this be his Case, he will easily discover, by appealing to his Memory. For Custom and Fashion are powerful Seducers: And he must of necessity have fought hard against these, to have attain'd that Justness of Taste, which is requir'd in one who pretends to follow Nature. But if no such Conflict can be call'd to mind; 'tis a certain Token that the Party has his Taste very little different from the Vulgar. And on this account he shou'd instantly betake himself to the wholesom Practice recommended in this Treatise. He shou'd set afoot the powerfullest Facultys of his Mind, and assemble the best Forces of his Wit and Judgment, in order to make a formal Descent on the Territorys of the Heart: resolving to decline no Combat, nor hearken to any Terms, till he had pierc'd into its inmost Provinces, and reach'd the Seat of Empire. No Treatys shou'd amuse him; no Advantages lead him aside. All other Speculations shou'd be suspended, all other Mysterys resign'd; till this necessary Campaign was made, and these inward Conflicts learnt; by which he wou'd be able to gain at least some tolerable Insight into himself, and Knowledg of his own natural Principles.
(pp. 354-5; cf. pp. 186-7 in 1710 edition; p. 158 in Klein)","Part III, section iii",2014-07-10 21:33:17 UTC
20542,"","",,"""Lost in Labyrinths of Love, / My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns, / While Fear and Rage / With Hope engage, / And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.""",2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC,Searching in Google Books,"",7410,"Queen. In such an endless Maze I rove,
Lost in Labyrinths of Love,
My Breast with hoarded Vengeance burns,
While Fear and Rage
With Hope engage,
And rule my wav'ring Soul by turns.
(I.i, p. 3)","Act I, Scene i",2013-06-12 13:44:32 UTC
21614,Inhabitants,"",,"""Either I work upon my Fancys, or They on Me. If I give Quarter, They won't. There can be no Truce, no Suspension of Arms between us. The one or the other must be superiour, and have the Command. For if the Fancys are left to themselves, the Government must, of course, be theirs. And then, what difference between such a State and Madness?""",2013-07-10 16:32:25 UTC,Reading,"",4136,"Every Man indeed who is not absolutely beside himself, must of necessity hold his Fancys under some kind of Discipline and Management. The stricter this Discipline is, the more the Man is rational and in his Wits. The looser it is, the more fantastical he must be, and the nearer to the Madman's State. This is a Business which can never stand still. I must always be Winner or Loser at the Game. Either I work upon my Fancys, or They on Me. If I give Quarter, They won't. There can be no Truce, no Suspension of Arms between us. The one or the other must be superiour, and have the Command. For if the Fancys are left to themselves, the Government must, of course, be theirs. And then, what difference between such a State and Madness?
(p. 323; p. 144 in Klein)","",2013-07-10 16:32:25 UTC
21912,"","",,"""Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof: / Put forth thy utmost Strength, work ev'ry Nerve, / And call up all thy Father in thy Soul: / To quell the Tyrant Love, and guard thy Heart / On this weak Side, where most our Nature fails, / Would be a Conquest worthy Cato's Son.""",2013-07-21 16:01:45 UTC,C-H Lion,"",4177,"PORTIUS.
Thou see'st not that thy Brother is thy Rival:
But I must hide it, for I know thy Temper.
[Aside.]
Now, Marcus, now, thy Virtue's on the Proof:
Put forth thy utmost Strength, work ev'ry Nerve,
And call up all thy Father in thy Soul:
To quell the Tyrant Love, and guard thy Heart
On this weak Side, where most our Nature fails,
Would be a Conquest worthy Cato's Son.
(I.i, p. 3)","Act I, scene i",2013-07-21 16:01:45 UTC
23428,Empire,"",,"""This is Conquest in the Philosophick Sense; but the Empire over our selves is, methinks, no less laudable in common Life, where the whole Tenour of a Man's Carriage is in Subservience to his own Reason, and Conformity both to the good Sense and Inclination of other Men.""",2014-03-02 20:19:29 UTC,ECCO-TCP,"",7819,"The Fortitude of a Man who brings his Will to the Obedience of his Reason, is conspicuous, and carries with it a Dignity in the lowest State imaginable. Poor Martius, who now lies languishing in the most violent Fever, discovers in the faintest Moments of his Distemper such a Greatness of Mind, that a perfect Stranger who should now behold him, would indeed see an Object of Pity, but at the same Time that it was lately an Object of Veneration. His gallant Spirit resigns, but resigns with an Air that speaks a Resolution which could yield to nothing but Fate it self. This is Conquest in the Philosophick Sense; but the Empire over our selves is, methinks, no less laudable in common Life, where the whole Tenour of a Man's Carriage is in Subservience to his own Reason, and Conformity both to the good Sense and Inclination of other Men.
(III, p. 305; cf. II, p. 461 in Bond ed.)","",2014-03-02 20:19:29 UTC