updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2012-05-02 15:52:57 UTC,8737,"[La raison] est comme un rayon que Dieu a dérivé dans l'esprit humain, de la source éternelle de sa lumière... Notre raison est donc comme un ruisselet dérivé de la source de Dieu.","",Reason is like a stream deriving from the source of God.,3429,,"Reading French Moralists by Anthony Levi, p. 28n",2005-01-19 00:00:00 UTC,"•Levi cites J. Dagens' Bérulle et les origines, pp. 254-5. ","",""
2011-05-30 18:39:28 UTC,8765,"TITUS
So, so, now sit, and look you eat no more
Than will preserve just so much strength in us
As will revenge these bitter woes of ours.
[They sit]
TITUS
Marcus, unknit that sorrow-wreathen knot.
Thy niece and I, poor creatures, want our hands,
And cannot passionate our tenfold grief
With folded arms. This poor right hand of mine
Is left to tyrannize upon my breast,
Who, when my heart, all mad with misery,
Beats in this hollow prison of my flesh,
Then thus I thump it down.
He beats his breast
To Lavinia
TITUS
Thou map of woe, that thus dost talk in signs,
When thy poor heart beats with outrageous beating
Thou canst not strike it thus to make it still!
Wound it with sighing, girl; kill it with groans,
Or get some little knife between thy teeth
And just against thy heart make thou a hole,
That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall
May run into that sink and, soaking in,
Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.
(III.ii.1-20)","","""Wound it [the heart] with sighing, girl; kill it with groans, / Or get some little knife between thy teeth / And just against thy heart make thou a hole, / That all the tears that thy poor eyes let fall / May run into that sink and, soaking in, / Drown the lamenting fool in sea-salt tears.""",3446,,HDIS,2003-08-04 00:00:00 UTC,•There is more heart violence in the play then I have included in the database. Revisit the Usage document. ,"Act III, scene ii. At banquet with Marcus and Lavinia",""
2009-09-14 19:33:46 UTC,8797,"QUEEN ELIZABETH
Flatter my sorrow with report of it.
Tell me what state, what dignity, what honour,
Canst thou demise to any child of mine?
KING RICHARD
Even all I have -- ay, and myself and all,
Will I withal endow a child of thine,
So in the Lethe of thy angry soul
Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs,
Which thou supposest I have done to thee.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
Be brief, lest that the process of thy kindness
Last longer telling than thy kindness' date.
KING RICHARD
Then know that, from my soul, I love thy daughter.
QUEEN ELIZABETH
My daughter's mother thinks that with her soul.
KING RICHARD
What do you think?
QUEEN ELIZABETH
That thou dost love my daughter from thy soul;
So from thy soul's love didst thou love her brothers,
And from my heart's love I do thank thee for it.
KING RICHARD
Be not so hasty to confound my meaning.
I mean, that with my soul I love thy daughter,
And do intend to make her queen of England.
(IV.iv.232-250)","","""So in the Lethe of thy angry soul / Thou drown the sad remembrance of those wrongs, / Which thou supposest I have done to thee.""",3452,,HDIS,2003-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,•I've included more of the exchange because Richard and Elizabeth bat the word 'soul' back and forth.,"Act IV, scene iv. Richard would woo Elizabeth's daughter",""
2009-09-14 19:33:49 UTC,8872,"LADY NORTHUMBERLAND
O fly to Scotland,
Till that the nobles and the armèd commons
Have of their puissance made a little taste.
LADY PERCY
If they get ground and vantage of the King,
Then join you with them like a rib of steel,
To make strength stronger; but, for all our loves,
First let them try themselves. So did your son.
He was so suffered. So came I a widow,
And never shall have length of life enough
To rain upon remembrance with mine eyes,
That it may grow and sprout as high as heaven
For recordation to my noble husband.
NORTHUMBERLAND
Come, come, go in with me. 'Tis with my mind
As with the tide swelled up unto his height,
That makes a still stand, running neither way.
Fain would I go to meet the Archbishop,
But many thousand reasons hold me back.
I will resolve for Scotland. There am I
Till time and vantage crave my company.
(II.iii.50-68)","","""'Tis with my mind / As with the tide swelled up unto his height, / That makes a still stand, running neither way.""",3460,2008-12-03,HDIS,2003-08-26 00:00:00 UTC,"","Act II, scene iii. Northumberland talks with his wife and daughter",""
2009-09-14 19:33:51 UTC,8917,"KING CLAUDIUS
O, this is the poison of deep grief! It springs
All from her father's death. O Gertrude, Gertrude,
When sorrows come they come not single spies,
But in battalions. First, her father slain;
Next, your son gone, and he most violent author
Of his own just remove; the people muddied,
Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers
For good Polonius' death; and we have done but greenly
In hugger-mugger to inter him; poor Ophelia
Divided from herself and her fair judgement,
Without the which we are pictures or mere beasts;
Last, and as much containing as all these,
Her brother is in secret come from France,
Feeds on this wonder, keeps himself in clouds,
And wants not buzzers to infect his ear
With pestilent speeches of his father's death;
Wherein necessity, of matter beggared,
Will nothing stick our persons to arraign
In ear and ear. O my dear Gertrude, this,
Like to a murd'ring-piece, in many places
Gives me superfluous death.
(IV.v.74-94)","","A people may be ""muddied, / Thick and unwholesome in their thoughts and whispers / For good Polonius' death.""",3474,,HDIS,2003-08-04 00:00:00 UTC,•See also the line about Ophelia divided from her own fair judgment,"Act IV, scene v.",""
2011-08-26 14:41:04 UTC,9145,"SILVIA
O Eglamour, thou art a gentleman --
Think not I flatter, for I swear I do not --
Valiant, wise, remorseful, well accomplished.
Thou art not ignorant what dear good will
I bear unto the banished Valentine,
Nor how my father would enforce me marry
Vain Thurio, whom my very soul abhors.
Thyself hast loved, and I have heard thee say
No grief did ever come so near thy heart
As when thy lady and thy true love died,
Upon whose grave thou vowed'st pure chastity.
Sir Eglamour, I would to Valentine,
To Mantua, where I hear he makes abode;
And for the ways are dangerous to pass
I do desire thy worthy company,
Upon whose faith and honour I repose.
Urge not my father's anger, Eglamour,
But think upon my grief, a lady's grief,
And on the justice of my flying hence
To keep me from a most unholy match,
Which heaven and fortune still rewards with plagues.
I do desire thee, even from a heart
As full of sorrows as the sea of sands,
To bear me company and go with me.
If not, to hide what I have said to thee
That I may venture to depart alone.
(IV.iii, ll. 11-36)","","""I do desire thee, even from a heart / As full of sorrows as the sea of sands / To bear me company and go with me.""",3546,2011-08-26,HDIS,2003-07-29 00:00:00 UTC,Reviewed 2003-10-23,"Act IV, scene iii",""
2009-09-14 19:34:00 UTC,9152,"DUKE
This weak impress of love is as a figure
Trenchèd in ice, which with an hour's heat
Dissolves to water and doth lose his form.
A little time will melt her frozen thoughts,
And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.
(III.ii.1-10)","","""A little time will melt her frozen thoughts, / And worthless Valentine shall be forgot.""",3546,,HDIS,2003-07-29 00:00:00 UTC,"","Act III, scene ii.",""
2011-05-30 18:43:08 UTC,9184,"QUEEN MARGARET
From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears
And stops my tongue, while heart is drowned in cares.
(III.iii)","","""From such a cause as fills mine eyes with tears / And stops my tongue, while heart is drowned in cares""",3549,,HDIS,2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"•Find other drowning entries. I should probably categorize these under 'Body,' not 'Liquid.'
• Now I'm thinking the other way around: drowning belongs to the category Liquid.","Act III, scene iii.",""
2012-01-26 14:30:48 UTC,19541,"My mind to me a kingdom is;
Such perfect joy therein I find
That it excels all other bliss
Which God or nature hath assign'd.
Though much I want that most would have,
Yet still my mind forbids to crave.
No princely port, nor wealthy store,
No force to win a victory,
No wily wit to salve a sore,
No shape to win a loving eye;
To none of these I yield as thrall,--
For why? my mind despise them all.
I see that plenty surfeit oft,
And hasty climbers soonest fall;
I see that such as are aloft
Mishap doth threaten most of all.
These get with toil and keep with fear;
Such cares my mind can never bear.
I press to bear no haughty sway,
I wish no more than may suffice,
I do no more than well I may,
Look, what I want my mind supplies.
Lo ! thus I triumph like a king,
My mind content with anything.
I laugh not at another's loss,
Nor grudge not at another's gain;
No worldly waves my mind can toss;
I brook that is another's bane.
I fear no foe, nor fawn on friend,
I loathe not life, nor dread mine end.
My wealth is health and perfect ease,
And conscience clear my chief defence;
I never seek by bribes to please,
Nor by desert to give offence.
Thus do I live, thus will I die,--
Would all did so as well as I!","","""I laugh not at another's loss, / Nor grudge not at another's gain; / No worldly waves my mind can toss; / I brook that is another's bane.""",7180,,Contributed by Justin Tonra,2012-01-26 14:30:48 UTC,"Conflating ship and ship of state. The ship is only implied. With then, I suppose, a pun on ""brook""?",I've included the entire poem,""
2014-03-12 19:13:07 UTC,23669,"CLIFFORD
My gracious liege, this too much lenity
And harmful pity must be laid aside.
To whom do lions cast their gentle looks?
Not to the beast that would usurp their den.
Whose hand is that the forest bear doth lick?
Not his that spoils her young before her face.
Who 'scapes the lurking serpent's mortal sting?
Not he that sets his foot upon her back.
The smallest worm will turn being trodden on,
And doves will peck in safeguard of their brood.
Ambitious York doth level at thy crown,
Thou smiling while he knit his angry brows:
He, but a duke, would have his son a king,
And raise his issue, like a loving sire;
Thou, being a king, blest with a goodly son,
Didst yield consent to disinherit him,
Which argued thee a most unloving father.
Unreasonable creatures feed their young;
And though man's face be fearful to their eyes,
Yet, in protection of their tender ones,
Who hath not seen them, even with those wings
Which sometime they have used with fearful flight,
Make war with him that climb'd unto their nest,
Offer their own lives in their young's defence?
For shame, my liege, make them your precedent!
Were it not pity that this goodly boy
Should lose his birthright by his father's fault,
And long hereafter say unto his child,
'What my great-grandfather and his grandsire got
My careless father fondly gave away'?
Ah, what a shame were this! Look on the boy;
And let his manly face, which promiseth
Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart
To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.
(II.ii)","","""Look on the boy; / And let his manly face, which promiseth / Successful fortune, steel thy melting heart / To hold thine own and leave thine own with him.""",3549,,Searching,2014-03-12 19:13:07 UTC,"","Act II, scene ii",Metal