work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4892,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""cell' in HDIS (Prose); found again ""bosom""",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Yet not even these can find an asylum from cares;--though the soul, like a hermit in his cell, sits quiet in the bosom, unruffled by any tempest of its own, it suffers from the rude blasts of others faults;--envy and detraction are sure to taint it with their envenom'd breath;--treachery, deceit and all kinds of injustice alarm it with the most dreadful apprehensions of impending danger, and shew the necessity of keeping a continual guard against their pernicious enterprises;--but above all, the ingratitude of friends is the most terrible to sustain;--that anguish which proceeds from the detected falshood of a person on whom we depend is almost insupportable; nor can reason or philosophy be always sufficient to defend us from it,--as I remember to have somewhere read,
Fate ne'er strikes deep but when unkindness joins.
(II.v, pp. 47-8)",,13182,"•I've included thrice: Cell, Hermit, and Tempest","""Though the soul, like a hermit in his cell, sits quiet in the bosom, unruffled by any tempest of its own, it suffers from the rude blasts of others faults""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-11-11 22:23:39 UTC,"Vol 2, Chapt. 5"
5068,"",Searching HDIS (Prose Fiction),2004-11-17 00:00:00 UTC,"The Life his Lordship chose, brought him to that Condition in which we have seen him enter the married State. In his grand Climacteric he discovered, that to live soberly, with a virtuous young Wife, might possibly render him more solid Happiness, than he had ever hitherto enjoyed. Even this Piece of Wisdom did not find its Way into his Mind by Reflexion (that Passage for its Entrance had long been too closely barricadoed), but came in at his Eyes, and engaged his constant Counsellors, his Inclinations, on the Side of a fair Object he had accidentally beheld, at the House of a neighbouring Gentleman. One Circumstance unluckily slipt his Memory, namely, the Impropriety of his own Age for carrying into Practice the Wisdom of his late Discovery; and tho' he formerly thought Fifty was the Extremity of old Age, yet was his Lordship now convinced of the Errors of his Youth, and clearly perceived, that a Man is not declined much into the Vale of Years at the Age of Sixty-three; and comforted himself with reflecting, that the Judgment strengthens, in proportion as the Imagination decays.
(I.i.2, pp. 16-7)",,13600,"•I've included twice: Passage and Barricad — Deleted one entry, combining...","""Even this Piece of Wisdom did not find its Way into his Mind by Reflexion (that Passage for its Entrance had long been too closely barricadoed), but came in at his Eyes, and engaged his constant Counsellors, his Inclinations, on the Side of a fair Object he had accidentally beheld, at the House of a neighbouring Gentleman.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-10-06 20:59:33 UTC,"Vol. I, Bk i, chapter 2"
5070,"",Searching in HDIS (Prose),2005-04-25 00:00:00 UTC,"As he was one day walking in the street, he saw a spacious building which all were, by the open doors, invited to enter: he followed the stream of people, and found it a hall or school of declamation, in which professors read lectures to their auditory. He fixed his eye upon a sage raised above the rest, who discoursed with great energy on the government of the passions. His look was venerable, his action graceful, his pronunciation clear, and his diction elegant. He shewed, with great strength of sentiment, and variety of illustration, that human nature is degraded and debased, when the lower faculties predominate over the higher; that when fancy, the parent of passion, usurps the dominion of the mind, nothing ensues but the natural effect of unlawful government, perturbation and confusion; that she betrays the fortresses of the intellect to rebels, and excites her children to sedition against reason their lawful sovereign. He compared reason to the sun, of which the light is constant, uniform, and lasting; and fancy to a meteor, of bright but transitory lustre, irregular in its motion, and delusive in its direction.
(pp. 119-20)",2009-08-14,13617,"•I've included five times: Usurpation, Parent, Fortress, Rebels, Sovereign
•INTEREST. Use this in an entry as epigraph. ","""He shewed, with great strength of sentiment, and variety of illustration, that human nature is degraded and debased, when the lower faculties predominate over the higher; that when fancy, the parent of passion, usurps the dominion of the mind, nothing ensues but the natural effect of unlawful government, perturbation and confusion; that she betrays the fortresses of the intellect to rebels, and excites her children to sedition against reason their lawful sovereign.""","",2009-09-14 19:38:50 UTC,"Vol I, Chapt. 18
The prince finds a wise and happy man"
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 02:07:16 UTC,"'My very Brains (as Manichæus's Skin) are stuff'd with Chaff. I am ever sick of a Diabete; nor do I read but weed Authors, picking up cheap, and refuse Notes, and then with Domitian, retire into my Study to catch Flies.
'Were there any Metempsychosis, my Soul would want a Lodging, no single Beast could fit me; for I shou'd out of pure love to novelty change more Lodgings than ever Pythagoras's Soul did. Twice every day a thousand Fancies and Fegaries crowd into my Noddle so thick as if my Brain kept open-house for all the Maggots in nature.
(III, pp. 29-30)",,20994,"Fegaries? OED: ""A vagary, prank, freak; a whim, eccentricity."" (Word appears in Clarissa.)","""Twice every day a thousand Fancies and Fegaries crowd into my Noddle so thick as if my Brain kept open-house for all the Maggots in nature.""",Animals and Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-06-19 02:07:16 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 02:08:43 UTC,"But Reader, I'll stop here, for should I draw my Picture at large, it were enough to defile my Pen; my Ink is too cleanly for a further Description, only thus much I shall say at parting, That were I pictur'd in all my various humours, and self-disguisings, I know nothing in the world that would look more like a Fool, that were not one indeed; my most deliberate Actions are all beyond the degree of ridiculous!
So that, Reader, you see my Soul is a proper Tenant for the House it lives in; both which were naturally ill Match'd, to shew, that a generous Spirit may be lodg'd under any shape.
(III, pp. 31-2)",,20995,"","""So that, Reader, you see my Soul is a proper Tenant for the House it lives in; both which were naturally ill Match'd, to shew, that a generous Spirit may be lodg'd under any shape.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-06-19 02:08:43 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 02:43:14 UTC,"But should both Indies spread their Laps to me!
And court my Eyes to wish their Treasury,
My better Will they neither could intice,
Nor this with Gold, nor that with all her Spice:
For what poor things had these Possessions shown,
When all were mine, but I were not mine own?
Others in pompous Wealth their thoughts may please,
And I am rich in wishing none of these:
For Youth, which happiness wou'd you beg first,
Still to have Drink, or never to have Thirst?
No Servants on my beck attendant stand,
Yet are my Passions all at my command;
Reason within me shall sole Ruler be,
And every Sense shall wear her Livery:
Lord of my self in Chief; when they that have
More Wealth, make that their Lord which is my Slave;
Yet I as well as they with more content,
Have in my self a Houshold-Government;
My Intellectual Soul hath there possest
The Steward's Place, to govern all the rest.
When I go forth, my Eyes two Ushers are,
And dutifully walk before me bare:
My Legs run Footman by me, go or stand;
My ready Arms wait close on either hand:
My Lips are Porters to the dangerous dore,
And either Ear a trusty Auditor:
And when abroad I go, Fancy shall be
My skilful Coachman, and shall hurry me
Through Heaven and Earth, and Neptune's watery Plain,
And in a moment drive me back again:
The Charge of all my Cellar, Thirst, is thine;
Thou Butler art, and Yeoman of my Wine:
Stomach the Cook, whose Dishes best delight,
Because their only Sauce is Appetite:
My other Cook Disgestion; where to me
Teeth Carve, and Pallate will the Taster be;
And the two Eye-lids when I go to sleep,
Like careful Grooms my silent Chamber keep;
Where lest a Cold oppress my vital part,
A gentle fire is kindled by the Heart;
And lest too great a heat procure my pain,
The Lungs fan Wind to cool those parts again.
Within the inner Closet of my Brain
Attend the nobler Members of my Train;
Invention, Master of my Mint, grows there,
And Memory, my faithful Treasurer.
And tho' in others 'tis a treacherous part,
My Tongue is SECRETARY to my Heart:
And then the PAGES of my Soul and Sence,
Love, Anger, Pleasure, Grief, Concupiscence,
And all Affections else are taught t'obey
Like Subjects, not like Favourites, to sway:
This is my MANNOR-HOUSE; Then Lad you see,
I live Great-Master of a Family.
My Wishes are but few, all easie to fulfill,
I make the Limit of my Power the Bounds unto my Will.
But should I leave or mind my Crook no more,
I might perchance get RICHES and be POOR.
Oh Humane Blindness! had you Eyes to see,
There is no Wealth to scorned Poverty!
(III, pp. 42-4)",,21004,"","""Within the inner Closet of my Brain / Attend the nobler Members of my Train; / Invention, Master of my Mint, grows there, / And Memory, my faithful Treasurer.""",Coinage and Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-06-19 02:43:14 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 02:48:22 UTC,"But should both Indies spread their Laps to me!
And court my Eyes to wish their Treasury,
My better Will they neither could intice,
Nor this with Gold, nor that with all her Spice:
For what poor things had these Possessions shown,
When all were mine, but I were not mine own?
Others in pompous Wealth their thoughts may please,
And I am rich in wishing none of these:
For Youth, which happiness wou'd you beg first,
Still to have Drink, or never to have Thirst?
No Servants on my beck attendant stand,
Yet are my Passions all at my command;
Reason within me shall sole Ruler be,
And every Sense shall wear her Livery:
Lord of my self in Chief; when they that have
More Wealth, make that their Lord which is my Slave;
Yet I as well as they with more content,
Have in my self a Houshold-Government;
My Intellectual Soul hath there possest
The Steward's Place, to govern all the rest.
When I go forth, my Eyes two Ushers are,
And dutifully walk before me bare:
My Legs run Footman by me, go or stand;
My ready Arms wait close on either hand:
My Lips are Porters to the dangerous dore,
And either Ear a trusty Auditor:
And when abroad I go, Fancy shall be
My skilful Coachman, and shall hurry me
Through Heaven and Earth, and Neptune's watery Plain,
And in a moment drive me back again:
The Charge of all my Cellar, Thirst, is thine;
Thou Butler art, and Yeoman of my Wine:
Stomach the Cook, whose Dishes best delight,
Because their only Sauce is Appetite:
My other Cook Disgestion; where to me
Teeth Carve, and Pallate will the Taster be;
And the two Eye-lids when I go to sleep,
Like careful Grooms my silent Chamber keep;
Where lest a Cold oppress my vital part,
A gentle fire is kindled by the Heart;
And lest too great a heat procure my pain,
The Lungs fan Wind to cool those parts again.
Within the inner Closet of my Brain
Attend the nobler Members of my Train;
Invention, Master of my Mint, grows there,
And Memory, my faithful Treasurer.
And tho' in others 'tis a treacherous part,
My Tongue is SECRETARY to my Heart:
And then the PAGES of my Soul and Sence,
Love, Anger, Pleasure, Grief, Concupiscence,
And all Affections else are taught t'obey
Like Subjects, not like Favourites, to sway:
This is my MANNOR-HOUSE; Then Lad you see,
I live Great-Master of a Family.
My Wishes are but few, all easie to fulfill,
I make the Limit of my Power the Bounds unto my Will.
But should I leave or mind my Crook no more,
I might perchance get RICHES and be POOR.
Oh Humane Blindness! had you Eyes to see,
There is no Wealth to scorned Poverty!
(III, pp. 42-4)",,21007,"","""This is my MANNOR-HOUSE; Then Lad you see, / I live Great-Master of a Family.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-06-19 02:48:22 UTC,""
7489,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-28 03:30:08 UTC,"A deathlike Paleness seem'd to spread itself all o'er the Face of Carlos while she was speaking, and perceiving she had done; Is it then, Madam! cry'd he, in a faultring Accent, to your Kindness for some happier Man the wretched Carlos owes your Disdain? Not my Disdain, resum'd she, but my enforc'd Neglect: pity me then and think what I endure, torn from all I love by a remorseless Parent, and given to one who, in spite of his Accomplishments, I hate--Forgive the harsh Expression, for believe, of all Mankind, I cou'd esteem you as a Friend--but, alas! my Heart wants room to entertain you as a tender Guest; long e're I knew your Merits it was taken up, all the Affections of my Soul are riveted to another--to him I am bound by all the ties of Honour, Gratitude, and everlasting Love, and him or Death I only can consent to wed. Am I then, said he, with a melancholy Air, the only Bar to Felicinda's Happiness? The only immoveable one, reply'd she; did not your wondrous Merits, make Alvario impatient to call himself your Father--my Tears, and my Despair, wou'd easily overcome all other Obstacles; he wou'd not make me Wretched, but with design to make me Blest, which, ignorant of the force of Fancy, he thinks consists in being your's. Well, Madam! resum'd Carlos (after a little Pause, and two or three Sighs, which he vainly struggled to suppress) I were unworthy of declaring myself your Lover, if I refus'd to fall a Martyr to my Passion; before Evening you shall confess that I deserve your Friendship: He left the Room as he spoke these Words, but with a Countenance so sad, and so dejected, that it mov'd her Pity, as much as what he said had done her Wonder-- She was extreamly at a loss for a Construction of his last Expression; but being far from guessing at the Resolution he had taken, imagined he had spoke in that manner only to amuse her, and that the next Day she shou'd be dragg'd to the Altar, and forc'd to assist in that Ceremony which must for ever deprive her of the hope of being her dear Fernando's. The Agonies of her Dispair return'd with the former Violence at this Suggestion, and she was meditating by what desperate Course she should avoid what she so much dreaded, when one of her Women gave her a little Billet, which being brought by a Servant of Don Carlos's, and accompany'd by another to their Master, they thought it no breach of Trust to deliver her. The Contents of it were these.
(pp. 13-14)
",,21232,"","""Forgive the harsh Expression, for believe, of all Mankind, I cou'd esteem you as a Friend--but, alas! my Heart wants room to entertain you as a tender Guest; long e're I knew your Merits it was taken up, all the Affections of my Soul are riveted to another--to him I am bound by all the ties of Honour, Gratitude, and everlasting Love, and him or Death I only can consent to wed.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-06-28 03:30:08 UTC,""
7576,"",EEBO-TCP,2013-07-26 20:12:07 UTC,"Thou hast gotten up from a great Sickness, and I expect one. I have had, for some Days, a Faintness, which does extreamly depress me, but by the Grace of God, I need not yet the Physician. The Letter which I received from thee this Moon, has given me some ease in my Indisposedness, which is no new Thing with me, being necessitated to live so far from my Friends, Country, yea, and Religion too. And though it may seem difficult to be a Saint, in passing ones days in a Prophane Place, yet think not my Piety grows luke-warm, or my Friendship diminished; seeing I have made a Mosque of my Heart, where Friends are ever present. Be then perswaded, 'tis impossible for Mahmut to become unfaithful, and lose the Affection he has for his Friends; for he never ceases to love, where he has once begun. 'Tis true indeed, that I call my self Titus at present, and am cloathed in an odd sort of Dress; yet that is no Hindrance of my Affections to my Religion, my Country, and my Friends.
(pp. 211-2)",,22090,"","""And though it may seem difficult to be a Saint, in passing ones days in a Prophane Place, yet think not my Piety grows luke-warm, or my Friendship diminished; seeing I have made a Mosque of my Heart, where Friends are ever present.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-07-26 20:12:07 UTC,""
4024,"",Reading,2013-09-11 21:35:45 UTC,"But to return to madness. It is certain that, according to the system I have above deduced, every species thereof proceeds from a redundancy of vapours; therefore, as some kinds of frenzy give double strength to the sinews, so there are of other species which add vigour, and life, and spirit to the brain. Now it usually happens that these active spirits, getting possession of the brain, resemble those that haunt other waste and empty dwellings, which for want of business either vanish and carry away a piece of the house, or else stay at home and fling it all out of the windows. By which are mystically displayed the two principal branches of madness, and which some philosophers, not considering so well as I, have mistook to be different in their causes, over-hastily assigning the first to deficiency and the other to redundance.
(p. 84 in OUP ed.)",,22720,"","""Now it usually happens that these active spirits, getting possession of the brain, resemble those that haunt other waste and empty dwellings, which for want of business either vanish and carry away a piece of the house, or else stay at home and fling it all out of the windows.""",Inhabitants and Rooms,2013-09-11 21:35:45 UTC,""