id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text 21653,"",Text from C-H Lion; confirmed in ECCO.,"",2013-07-11 17:53:30 UTC,,7538,"","",2014-03-08 20:20:19 UTC,"""My Body swoln, and bloated as thy Mind.""","Revenge! Revenge! my injur'd Shade begins
To haunt thy guilty Soul, and scourge thy sins:
For since to me thou ow'st the heaviest score,
Whose Living words tormented thee before,
When Dead, I'm come to plague thee yet once more.
Don't start away, nor think thy Brass to hide,
But see the dismal shape in which I dy'd!
My Body all deform'd with putrid Gore,
Bleeding my Soul away at every Pore;
Pusht faster on by Francis, less unkind;
My Body swoln, and bloated as thy Mind.
This dangling Eye-Ball rolls about in vain,
Never to find its proper seat again,
The hollow Cell usurpt by Blood and Brain :
The trembling Jury 's Verdict ought to be
Murder'd at once, by Francis, and by Thee.
(p. 166, ll. 1-16; cf. p. 312 in 1704 ed.)"