work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 02:58:22 UTC,"'Twas now! (as if the whole World had been my proper Birth-right- and Dwelling) that I had a Kitchin smoaking in every Countrey, a Table cover'd in every Shire, and a Lodging (alias Barn) for a Scrape, or a How d'ye in every Village I came at: But if at any time Fortune withdrew her Smiles, (for she is constant in nothing but Inconstancy,) then all I met with I embrac'd for Brethren, (proving our Kin in a long series from Adam,) and so improv'd this far-fetch'd Relation into a passionate Hugg, and that for Money. Hunger will caper over stone Walls, I might add, over Hills set upon Hills, and therefore did I chuse in Affliction rather to make my Brains my Exchequer, than (like a Modest Gentleman) to groan under the Slavery of a Blushing Temper.
(III, pp. 357-8)",,21013,"","""Hunger will caper over stone Walls, I might add, over Hills set upon Hills, and therefore did I chuse in Affliction rather to make my Brains my Exchequer, than (like a Modest Gentleman) to groan under the Slavery of a Blushing Temper.""",Coinage and Fetters,2013-06-19 02:58:22 UTC,""
7476,Dualism,C-H Lion,2013-06-19 02:59:49 UTC,"Philaret and I being thus agreed on a Rambling Project, you shall now seldom see us two asunder: We dwell together like Soul and Body: Had one been a Boy and the other a Girl, sure enough we had been Man and Wife. If one of us had been Castor, and the other Pollux, it had been well for Mariners, for we should always have appear'd together. Why had we not both one Mother? Why were we not Twins? for never were two better pleas'd with one another's Company; part us and ye kill us, for when Soul and Body part 'tis Death.
(III, pp. 359-60)",,21014,Reversed metaphor,"""Philaret and I being thus agreed on a Rambling Project, you shall now seldom see us two asunder: We dwell together like Soul and Body""","",2013-06-19 02:59:49 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 03:04:12 UTC,"Some young Sea-faring Sparks were got together a fudling in this Chamber, and having drank themselves into Land Calentures, fancy'd the Room to be a Pinnace, floating on the Sea in a Storm (for the Wind indeed was high, and made the Windows clatter) attributing their Reeling to the rocking of the Vessel, and being strongly possess'd with this conceit, and the danger they were in, every one begins to act his part, and consult the common safety; there was a noise of Haul Cat, Starboard, and the rest of the Marine Cant, Fly (saith one) up to the Main-Top, and discover: He climbs by the Bed-post to the Tester, there reports a turbulent Sea and Tempest towards, and wills them, if they'l save their Ship and Lives, to cast their Lading Over-board. At this, all to work, and hoist into the Street, as to the Sea, what next comes to their hands, Stools, Tables, Tressels, Trenchers, Bedsteds, Cups, Pots, Plate and Glasses. Here a Fellow swaggering, they take him for the Boatswain; one lies strugling upon the floor, as if he swom for Life; a third takes the Bass-Viol for the Cock-Boat, sits in the Belly on't, labours, sweats, and rows, his Oar the Stick with which the Fidler play'd: A fourth bestrides his Fellows, thinking to 'scape that way: In the Chimney lies one whistling, another gaping, another swearing and cursing, and all of them in such a Tempest of Imagination, that had not the Master of the House interpos'd his Authority, and seasonably assum'd the Office of Master of the supposed Pinnace, commanding all hands down in the Hold; they were upon the point of casting all the Lading Over-board, and hoysting all his Goods out of the Window into the Street. But at his Command they all ran down Stairs helter skelter, with a hideous out-cry of, All hands to the Pump, imagining a Leak was sprung in the Hold. When they were come down into the Entry, the Air began to work upon their floating Stomachs, and there was a mighty mambling within them; one springs a Leak in his Fore-Castle and Cook-Room, another in the Stern, till having unladed their drunken Carkasses, they began to awake out of their Dreams, and shaking their Ears, tumbled out of doors as fast as they could. What became of them afterwards I know not, for Philaret and I taking our Landlord along with us, entred now upon viewing the Town, and the Rarities in it: Which when we beheld, we were so far from being over-ravish'd with joy at the Sight, that we took it for some inchanted Castle, in regard we could not see so much as one Stone of all that magnificent Pile, which our Landlord had been building in our fancy; rather we were more than usually surprized at the humility of the Structures, and the lowliness of the Owners.
(III, pp. 365-6)",,21015,"","""In the Chimney lies one whistling, another gaping, another swearing and cursing, and all of them in such a Tempest of Imagination, that had not the Master of the House interpos'd his Authority, and seasonably assum'd the Office of Master of the supposed Pinnace, commanding all hands down in the Hold; they were upon the point of casting all the Lading Over-board, and hoysting all his Goods out of the Window into the Street.""","",2013-06-19 03:06:01 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 18:12:47 UTC,"As for the Loves of these Villagers, the Intriegues of their Amours are not a little remarkable, they being very pretty Animals when disguis'd with that Passion: They are Tinder to such Flames, being quickly set on fire, even by the least spark, which when it hath catch'd the Match of their Souls (for they have Brimstone in them as well as in their Bodies) they are presently kindled into Transport and Extasie; and these model them into the shapes of a thousand Anticks, and make them shew more tricks than Banks his Horse.
(III, p. 369)",,21016,"Allusion to William Bankes (also spelled Banks or Banckes) and his ""thinking"" and ""dancing"" horse.","""As for the Loves of these Villagers, the Intriegues of their Amours are not a little remarkable, they being very pretty Animals when disguis'd with that Passion: They are Tinder to such Flames, being quickly set on fire, even by the least spark, which when it hath catch'd the Match of their Souls (for they have Brimstone in them as well as in their Bodies) they are presently kindled into Transport and Extasie; and these model them into the shapes of a thousand Anticks, and make them shew more tricks than Banks his Horse.""",Animals,2013-06-19 18:17:20 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 18:18:48 UTC,"Observe again, how greedily their Souls, keeping Sentinel in their Ears, lye and catch for words; and how their Souls, in a perpetual emanation gliding from their Eyes, waste themselves in passionate Glances, and suffer many a faint Swoon with gazing.
(III, p. 380) ",,21017,"","""Observe again, how greedily their Souls, keeping Sentinel in their Ears, lye and catch for words; and how their Souls, in a perpetual emanation gliding from their Eyes, waste themselves in passionate Glances, and suffer many a faint Swoon with gazing.""",Inhabitants,2013-06-19 18:18:48 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 18:20:30 UTC,"If I were advanced to the Zenith of Honour, I am at the best but a Porter, constellated to carry up and down the World a vile Carkass; I confess my Mind (the nobler part of me) now and then takes a walk in the large Campaign of Heaven, and there I contemplate the Universe, the Mysterious Concatenation of Causes, and the stupendious Efforts of the Almighty, in consideration whereof I can chearfully bid adieu to the World.
(III, p. 397)",,21018,"","""I confess my Mind (the nobler part of me) now and then takes a walk in the large Campaign of Heaven, and there I contemplate the Universe, the Mysterious Concatenation of Causes, and the stupendious Efforts of the Almighty, in consideration whereof I can chearfully bid adieu to the World.""","",2013-06-19 18:20:30 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 18:22:36 UTC,"Comes Death at last, and with a little Pin
Bores through his Castle Walls, and farewel King.
What though it does appear,
We came in with the Conqueror?
Impartial Death will no Excuses hear.
Valour and Wit, Magnificence and State,
Are sorry Pleas to unrelenting Fate.
Which quickly will this fatal truth evince,
How little less a Beggar's than a Prince.
One way or other all must die,
The Peasant and the Crowned Head,
The same dark Path must tread,
And in the same cold Earth both undistinguisht lie;
(Whilest the sad Soul her Voyage takes
Through gloomy Fens, and Stygian Lakes,
Unable to procure a longer stay,
Into Eternal Exile sails away.)
(III, p. 394)",,21019,"","""The Peasant and the Crowned Head, / The same dark Path must tread, / And in the same cold Earth both undistinguisht lie; / (Whilest the sad Soul her Voyage takes / Through gloomy Fens, and Stygian Lakes, / Unable to procure a longer stay, / Into Eternal Exile sails away.)""","",2013-06-19 18:22:36 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 18:24:25 UTC,"She it is, whose Beauty clips the Wings of a Traveller's swift desire, and begets the ease of his plodding Breast; for her House appears his Journeys end; but her Company multiplies the Reackoning above the reach of Arithmetick. Philaret had the Discourse at Table, which consisted (for the most part) of the antiquity of his Company, he being a Woollen-Draper. Sometimes he describ'd the Humors of the Greenwich Usurers, who, as he exprest it, had Hearts of Marble and Entrals of Brass. All his own proceedings (in Eight years Apprentiship) he related to me, and how long he fetcht up Coals for the Maid, scrapt Trenchers, and made clean Shoes.
(III, p. 405)",,21020,"","""Sometimes he describ'd the Humors of the Greenwich Usurers, who, as he exprest it, had Hearts of Marble and Entrals of Brass.""",Metal,2013-06-19 18:24:25 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 18:25:52 UTC," Let none hereafter dare to blame
The Gods, for making Cupid blind
Lest his offence he plagu'd with shame,
And all Mens hate, besiege his mind.
For by this Couple we do plainly prove,
That without blindness, there could be no Love.
(III, pp. 405-6)",,21021,"","""Let none hereafter dare to blame / The Gods, for making Cupid blind / Lest his offence he plagu'd with shame / And all Mens hate, besiege his mind.""","",2013-06-19 18:26:16 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 18:28:00 UTC,"Our Hostess fell fast asleep as she sat by the fire side; her Husband wak'd her with saying, She was always sleeping or talking. This stir'd up a strange frivolous question; Why a Woman is more drowsie and talkative than a Man?
I made answer thus; Because she was made of Adam's Flesh when he was asleep; secondly, she was made of his Rib, the Rib lies near to the Heart, the Heart is Master of Thoughts, and Thoughts beget Words. This lik'd our Land-Lord so well, that he desir'd to be farther acquainted with me: But it now growing late, Philaret and I went to Bed.
(III. p. 406)",,21022,"","""I made answer thus; Because she was made of Adam's Flesh when he was asleep; secondly, she was made of his Rib, the Rib lies near to the Heart, the Heart is Master of Thoughts, and Thoughts beget Words.""",Inhabitants,2013-06-19 18:28:00 UTC,""