work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context 7669,"","",2013-09-04 02:15:04 UTC,"CICERO.
Daughter, I've look'd into the hearts of men,
And trac'd the shifting passions, as they turn
To opposite extremes; there I have mark'd,
When Envy keeps the throne, 'tis Hell within us:
Soon as the guilty passion is allay'd,
The green and morbid colour of our souls
Is chang'd to virgin white; a gentle breeze
Of pity springs within us;
with fond sorrow
Upon our prostrate rival we look down,
And mourn our own success.
(p. 76)",,22687,"","""Soon as the guilty passion is allay'd, / The green and morbid colour of our souls / Is chang'd to virgin white; a gentle breeze / Of pity springs within us.""",Metal,2013-09-04 02:15:04 UTC,""