id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
8942,"","Reading Alwin Thaler's ""In My Mind's Eye, Horatio."" Shakespeare Quarterly. Vol. 7, No. 4 (Autumn, 1965), p. 351-2.",Eye,2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC,,3486,Mind's Eye,"",2009-09-14 19:33:52 UTC,"""Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind, / And that which governs me to go about, / Doth part his function, and is partly blind"""," Since I left you, mine eye is in my mind,
And that which governs me to go about,
Doth part his function, and is partly blind,
Seems seeing, but effectually is out:
For it no form delivers to the heart
Of bird, of flower, or shape which it doth latch,
Of his quick objects hath the mind no part,
Nor his own vision holds what it doth catch:
For if it see the rud'st or gentlest sight,
The most sweet favour or deformed'st creature,
The mountain, or the sea, the day, or night:
The crow, or dove, it shapes them to your feature.
Incapable of more, replete with you,
My most true mind thus maketh mine untrue. "
8945,"","Reading Alwin Thaler's ""In My Mind's Eye, Horatio."" Shakespeare Quarterly. Vol. 7, No. 4 (Autumn, 1965), p. 352.","",2006-04-18 00:00:00 UTC,,3488,"","",2009-09-14 19:33:52 UTC,"""Save that my soul's imaginary sight / Presents thy shadow to my sightless view"""," Weary with toil, I haste me to my bed,
The dear respose for limbs with travel tired,
But then begins a journey in my head
To work my mind, when body's work's expired.
For then my thoughts (from far where I abide)
Intend a zealous pilgrimage to thee,
And keep my drooping eyelids open wide,
Looking on darkness which the blind do see.
Save that my soul's imaginary sight
Presents thy shadow to my sightless view,
Which like a jewel (hung in ghastly night)
Makes black night beauteous, and her old face new.
Lo thus by day my limbs, by night my mind,
For thee, and for my self, no quiet find. "
8949,"","Reading Bamborough's The Little World of Man, p. 15.","",2004-07-15 00:00:00 UTC,,3489,"",I've included the entire poem,2013-06-10 18:04:04 UTC,"Man ""into himself can draw / All, all his faith can swallow, or reason chaw ... All the round world, to man is but a pill.""","Man is a lump, where all beasts kneaded be,
Wisdom makes him an ark where all agree;
The fool, in whom these beasts do live at jar,
Is sport to others and a theatre,
Nor 'scapes he so, but is himself their prey;
All which was man in him is eat away,
And now his beasts on one another feed,
Yet couple in anger, and new monsters breed;
How happy is he, which hath due place assigned
To his beasts, and disafforested his mind!
Empaled himself to keep them out, not in;
Can sow, and dares trust corn, where they have been;
Can use his horse, goat, wolf, and every beast,
And is not ass himself to all the rest.
Else, man not only is the herd of swine,
But he's those devils too, which did incline
Them to a headlong rage, and made them worse:
For man can add weight to heaven's heaviest curse.
As souls (they say) by our first touch, take in
The poisonous tincture of original sin,
So to the punishments which God doth fling,
Our apprehension contributes the sting.
To us, as to his chickens, he doth cast
Hemlock, and we as men, his hemlock taste.
We do infuse to what he meant for meat,
Corrosiveness, or intense cold or heat.
For, God no such specific poision hath
As kills we know not how; his fiercest wrath
Hath no antipathy, but may be good
At least for physic, if not for our food.
Thus man, that might be his pleasure, is his rod,
And is his devil, that might be his God.
Since then our business is, to rectify
Nature, to what she was, we are led awry
By them, who man to us in little show,
Greater than due, no form we can bestow
On him; for man into himself can draw
All, all his faith can swallow, or reason chaw,
All that is filled, and all that which doth fill,
All the round world, to man is but a pill;
In all it works not, but it is in all
Poisonous, or purgative, or cordial,
For, knowledge kindles calentures in some,
And is to others icy opium.
As brave as true, is that profession then
Which you do use to make; that you know man.
This makes it credible, you have dwelt upon
All worthy books, and now are such a one.
Actions are authors, and of those in you
Your friends find every day a mart of new.
(pp. 200-1)"
9346,"",HDIS,"",2004-07-28 00:00:00 UTC,,3603,"","",2009-09-14 19:34:09 UTC,"""His Soul grown Pregnant, big (as 'twere) did prove / With loyall thoughts of equity and love""","And now the good Lorele begun to groan,
Till saw Persandra deck her Fathers Throne;
His Soul grown Pregnant, big (as 'twere) did prove
With loyall thoughts of equity and love
Tow'rd so bright Innocence: as meetly just,
To th' Queen ere long, some greater Peers of trust
Unclasp'd his inmost Brest (took solemn Oath)
Then, private Views of her, conversings both
Afforded them; so Prince-like those esteem'd,
All Wept, they wept; at once transported seem'd
Their eyes and eares, Ingaged too their Hearts.
Wise Agents felt (as 'twere) by secret arts
The Peoples pulse (propound, What if alive
Their Princess, Queen? found quick and strong, they drive
Most boldly and undaunted on, took field;
Next following Year that barbrous Tyrant kill'd
In Battail, sunk through ease and weakning pleasure:
Won's proud Metropolis, chief hoord of treasure,
Three parts oth' Kingdomes four, whilst still the rest
(Some Haven-towns) his sturdy Heir possest."
22557,"Typically corrected to ""waste blanks""",Reading,"",2013-08-24 16:05:13 UTC,,7649,"","",2013-08-24 16:05:13 UTC,"""Looke what thy memorie cannot containe, / Commit to these waste blacks, and thou shalt finde / Those children nurst, deliuerd from thy braine, / To take a new acquaintance of thy minde.""","77
THy glasse will shew thee how thy beauties were,
Thy dyall how thy pretious mynuits waste,
The vacant leaues thy mindes imprint will beare,
And of this booke, this learning maist thou taste.
The wrinckles which thy glasse will truly show,
Of mouthed graues will giue the memorie,
Thou by thy dyals shady stealth maist know,
Times theeuish progresse to eternitie.
Looke what thy memorie cannot containe,
Commit to these waste blacks, and thou shalt finde
Those children nurst, deliuerd from thy braine,
To take a new acquaintance of thy minde.
These offices, so oft as thou wilt looke,
Shall profit thee and much inrich thy booke."