work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3902,Stream of Consciousness,"Searching ""heart"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Drama)",2011-07-30 20:10:18 UTC,"CLARINDA
My heart is now calm and even like a standing water, and I could wish it would so remain, without the Flux, and Reflux of a passionate tyde agitated and driven at the mercy of the winds; sometimes rising with the floods of Joy, above the banks of moderation: and afterwards discending into the Gulf of Sorrow and dispair. Fortune chains us Women like Prentices, to the will and humour of our Husbands, who must rise or fall by their care and Management; while the distracting cares of Families and Children devides our hearts, and spirits us away into remote and distant Countrys and by degrees Supplant that kindness which at present governs our hearts.
LADY WARY
The Love I owe my Husband, is a seperate duty, and does not interfer with our Friendship: which like a chain firmly unites our hearts, whereon the least stroak given, is by both sensibly felt: Then let us twine our weak defenceles Vines about the armes of two strong Neighbouring Oakes, who still shall joyn in Friendship to support our Interest, and honour: against the Canker of all envious Tongues, where they may flourish to our wishes and still preserve our Friendship.
(V.v)",,19070,"","""My heart is now calm and even like a standing water, and I could wish it would so remain, without the Flux, and Reflux of a passionate tyde agitated and driven at the mercy of the winds; sometimes rising with the floods of Joy, above the banks of moderation: and afterwards discending into the Gulf of Sorrow and dispair.""","",2011-07-30 20:10:18 UTC,"Act V, scene v"
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 04:13:24 UTC,"ARPASIA.
Sure 'tis a Horror, more than Darkness brings
That fit's upon the Night; Fate is abroad.
Some ruling Fiend hangs in the dusky Air,
And scatters Ruin, Death, and wild Distraction,
O'er all the wretched Race of Man below:
Not long ago, a Troop of ghastly Slaves
Rush't in, and forc't Moneses from my Sight;
Death hung so heavy on his drooping Spirits,
That scarcely could he say--Farewel--for ever.
And yet, methinks, some gentle Spirit whispers
Thy Peace draws near, Arpasia Sigh no more;
And see the King of Terrors is at hand;
His Minister appears.
[Enter Bajazet, and Haly.
BAJAZET. aside to Haly]
The rest I leave
To thy dispatch. For oh! My faithful Haly,
Another Care has taken up thy Master;
Spight of the high-wrought Tempest in my Soul,
Spight of the Pangs, which Jealousy has cost me;
This haughty Woman reigns within my Breast:
In vain I strive to put her from my Thoughts,
To drive her out with Empire, and Revenge:
Still she comes back like a retiring Tide,
That Ebbs a while, but strait returns again,
And swells above the Beach.
(V.i, p. 61)",,21854,"","""For oh! My faithful Haly, / Another Care has taken up thy Master; / Spight of the high-wrought Tempest in my Soul, / Spight of the Pangs, which Jealousy has cost me; / This haughty Woman reigns within my Breast: / In vain I strive to put her from my Thoughts, / To drive her out with Empire, and Revenge: / Still she comes back like a retiring Tide, / That Ebbs a while, but strait returns again, / And swells above the Beach.""","",2013-07-17 04:13:24 UTC,"Act V, scene i"
7550,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 18:16:10 UTC,"LOTHARIO.
Oh 'twas great.
I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid,
Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes;
Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour,
Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking.
Within her rising Bosom all was calm,
As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only
Are gently lifted up and down by Tides.
I snatch'd the glorious, golden Opportunity,
And with prevailing, youthful Ardour prest her,
'Till with short Sighs, and murmuring Reluctance,
The yielding Fair one gave me perfect Happiness.
Ev'n all the live-long Night we past in Bliss,
In Extacies too fierce to last for ever;
At length the Morn and cold Indifference came;
When fully sated with the luscious Banquet,
I hastily took leave, and left the Nymph
To think on what was past, and sigh alone.
(I.i, pp. 5-6)",,21860,"","""I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid, / Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes; / Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, / Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking. / Within her rising Bosom all was calm, / As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only / Are gently lifted up and down by Tides.""",Inhabitants,2013-07-18 18:16:10 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7550,Stream of Consciousness,C-H Lion,2013-07-18 21:25:46 UTC,"LUCILLA.
Trust not to that;
Rage is the shortest Passion of our Souls,
Like narrow Brooks that rise with sudden Show'rs,
It swells in haste, and falls again as soon;
Still as it ebbs the softer Thoughts flow in,
And the Deceiver Love supplies its place.
(II.i, p. 14)",,21867,"","""Trust not to that; / Rage is the shortest Passion of our Souls, / Like narrow Brooks that rise with sudden Show'rs, / It swells in haste, and falls again as soon; / Still as it ebbs the softer Thoughts flow in, / And the Deceiver Love supplies its place.""","",2013-07-18 21:25:46 UTC,"Act II, scene i"
7551,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-20 20:41:37 UTC,"LORD HASTINGS
How fierce a Fiend is Passion? With what Wildness,
What Tyranny untam'd, it Reigns in Woman.
Unhappy Sex! Whose easie yielding Temper
Gives Way to every Appetite alike;
Each gust of Inclination, uncontroul'd,
Sweeps thro' their Souls, and sets 'em in an uproar;
Each Motion of their Heart rises to Fury,
And Love in their weak Bosoms is a Rage
As terrible as Hate, and as destructive.
So the Wind roars o'er the wide fenceless Ocean,
And heaves the Billows of the boiling Deep,
Alike from North, from South, from East, and West ;
With equal Force the Tempest blows by turns
From every Corner of the Seaman's Compass.
But soft ye now--for here comes one, disclaims
Strife, and her wrangling Train. Of equal Elements,
Without one jarring Atom was she form'd
And Gentleness, and Joy, make up her Being.
(II.i, pp. 17-18)",,21893,"","""Unhappy Sex! Whose easie yielding Temper / Gives Way to every Appetite alike; / Each gust of Inclination, uncontroul'd, / Sweeps thro' their Souls, and sets 'em in an uproar; / Each Motion of their Heart rises to Fury, / And Love in their weak Bosoms is a Rage / As terrible as Hate, and as destructive. / So the Wind roars o'er the wide fenceless Ocean, / And heaves the Billows of the boiling Deep, / Alike from North, from South, from East, and West ; / With equal Force the Tempest blows by turns / From every Corner of the Seaman's Compass.""","",2013-07-20 20:41:37 UTC,"Act II, scene i"