work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3466,"",HDIS (Drama),2003-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"GRAZIANO
O, be thou damned, inexorable dog,
And for thy life let justice be accused!
Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith
To hold opinion with Pythagoras
That souls of animals infuse themselves
Into the trunks of men. Thy currish spirit
Governed a wolf who, hanged for human slaughter,
Even from the gallows did his fell soul fleet,
And, whilst thou lay'st in thy unhallowed dam,
Infused itself in thee; for thy desires
Are wolvish, bloody, starved, and ravenous.
(IV.i.132-7)",,8866,"•Graziano to Shylock, who is whetting his knife.
•Pythagoras! (Shakespeare flexes his small Latin and less Greek)
•Cross-reference These lines appear in Johnson's Dictionary
•Here also lurks a version of that Anglo-American favorite metaphor example: men are wolves","""Thou almost mak'st me waver in my faith / To hold opinion with Pythagoras / That souls of animals infuse themselves / Into the trunks of men.""","",2016-04-28 02:40:49 UTC,"Act IV, scene i. "
3469,"",HDIS,2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"KING CHARLES
Take her, fair son, and from her blood raise up
Issue to me, that the contending kingdoms
Of France and England, whose very shores look pale
With envy of each other's happiness,
May cease their hatred, and this dear conjunction
Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord
In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance
His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.
(V.ii.343-350)",,8892,"","""Plant neighbourhood and Christian-like accord / In their sweet bosoms, that never war advance / His bleeding sword 'twixt England and fair France.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"Act V, scene ii. King Charles blesses the union of Henry and Catherine"
3469,"",HDIS,2003-08-27 00:00:00 UTC,"CHORUS
Now all the youth of England are on fire,
And silken dalliance in the wardrobe lies;
Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought
Reigns solely in the breast of every man.
They sell the pasture now to buy the horse,
Following the mirror of all Christian kings
With wingèd heels, as English Mercuries.
For now sits expectation in the air
And hides a sword from hilts unto the point
With crowns imperial, crowns and coronets,
Promised to Harry and his followers.
The French, advised by good intelligence
Of this most dreadful preparation,
Shake in their fear, and with pale policy
Seek to divert the English purposes.
O England! -- model to thy inward greatness,
Like little body with a mighty heart,
What mightst thou do, that honour would thee do,
Were all thy children kind and natural?
But see, thy fault France hath in thee found out:
A nest of hollow bosoms, which he fills
With treacherous crowns; and three corrupted men --
One, Richard, Earl of Cambridge; and the second
Henry, Lord Scrope of Masham; and the third
Sir Thomas Grey, knight, of Northumberland --
Have, for the gilt of France -- O guilt indeed! --
Confirmed conspiracy with fearful France;
And by their hands this grace of kings must die,
If hell and treason hold their promises,
Ere he take ship for France, and in Southampton.
Linger your patience on, and we'll digest
Th' abuse of distance, force -- perforce -- a play.
The sum is paid, the traitors are agreed,
The King is set from London, and the scene
Is now transported, gentles, to Southampton.
There is the playhouse now, there must you sit,
And thence to France shall we convey you safe,
And bring you back, charming the narrow seas
To give you gentle pass -- for if we may
We'll not offend one stomach with our play.
But till the King come forth, and not till then,
Unto Southampton do we shift our scene.
(II.0.1-42)",,8893,"","""Now thrive the armourers, and honour's thought / Reigns solely in the breast of every man.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,Act II. Chorus
3470,Magnetism,"Reading Bredvold, Louis. The Intellectual Milieu of John Dryden. Ann Arbor: University of Michigan Press, 1962. p. 51.",2005-04-06 00:00:00 UTC,"[Described the magnetic force as] ""of the nature of soul, surpassing the soul of man""",,8894,"","Magnetism is ""of the nature of soul, surpassing the soul of man""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,""
3466,"",HDIS,2005-06-06 00:00:00 UTC,"MOROCCO
Some god direct my judgement! Let me see.
I will survey th' inscriptions back again.
What says this leaden casket?
""Who chooseth me must give and hazard all he hath.""
Must give, for what? For lead? Hazard for lead?
This casket threatens. Men that hazard all
Do it in hope of fair advantages.
A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross.
I'll then nor give nor hazard aught for lead.
What says the silver with her virgin hue?
""Who chooseth me shall get as much as he deserves.""
""As much as he deserves"": pause there, Morocco,
And weigh thy value with an even hand.
If thou beest rated by thy estimation
Thou dost deserve enough, and yet ""enough""
May not extend so far as to the lady.
And yet to be afeard of my deserving
Were but a weak disabling of myself.
As much as I deserve -- why, that's the lady!
I do in birth deserve her, and in fortunes,
In graces, and in qualities of breeding;
But more than these, in love I do deserve.
What if I strayed no farther, but chose here?
Let's see once more this saying graved in gold:
""Who chooseth me shall gain what many men desire.""
Why, that's the lady! All the world desires her.
From the four corners of the earth they come
To kiss this shrine, this mortal breathing saint.
The Hyrcanian deserts and the vasty wilds
Of wide Arabia are as throughfares now
For princes to come view fair Portia.
The watery kingdom, whose ambitious head
Spits in the face of heaven, is no bar
To stop the foreign spirits, but they come
As o'er a brook to see fair Portia.
One of these three contains her heavenly picture.
Is 't like that lead contains her? 'Twere damnation
To think so base a thought. It were too gross
To rib her cerecloth in the obscure grave.
Or shall I think in silver she's immured,
Being ten times undervalued to tried gold?
O sinful thought! Never so rich a gem
Was set in worse than gold. They have in England
A coin that bears the figure of an angel
Stamped in gold, but that's insculped upon;
But here an angel in a golden bed
Lies all within. Deliver me the key.
Here do I choose, and thrive I as I may.
(II.vii.13-60)",,8895,•I've included twice: Gold and Dross.
,"""A golden mind stoops not to shows of dross""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"Act II, scene vii. The Prince of Morocco surveys the caskets and chooses the golden one"
3466,"",HDIS,2003-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,"DUKE
Make room, and let him stand before our face.
Shylock, the world thinks -- and I think so too --
That thou but lead'st this fashion of thy malice
To the last hour of act, and then 'tis thought
Thou'lt show thy mercy and remorse more strange
Than is thy strange apparent cruelty,
And where thou now exacts the penalty --
Which is a pound of this poor merchant's flesh --
Thou wilt not only loose the forfeiture,
But, touched with human gentleness and love,
Forgive a moiety of the principal,
Glancing an eye of pity on his losses,
That have of late so huddled on his back
Enough to press a royal merchant down
And pluck commiseration of his state
From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint,
From stubborn Turks and Tartars never trained
To offices of tender courtesy.
We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.
(IV.i.15-33)",,8896,•I've included twice: Flint and Brass
,"""From brassy bosoms and rough hearts of flint, / From stubborn Turks and Tartars never trained / To offices of tender courtesy. / We all expect a gentle answer, Jew.""","",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"Act IV, scene i. Shylock before the Duke in court"
3471,"",Reading French Moralists by Anthony Levi (p. 45),2004-10-04 00:00:00 UTC,"",,8898,•This is a Senecan sentiment. See footnote on page 45 of Levi.
•REVISIT. I don't understand.,"The human mind is 'un degout de l'immortelle substance""","",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"Bk. I, ch. 16, §2, p. 122"
3472,"",HDIS,2003-08-26 00:00:00 UTC,"Enter the Host of the Garter, Justice Shallow, Master Page, and Master Slender
HOST
God bless thee, bully Doctor.
SHALLOW
God save you, Master Doctor Caius.
PAGE
Now, good Master Doctor.
SLENDER
Give you good morrow, sir.
CAIUS
Vat be all you, one, two, tree, four, come for?
HOST
To see thee fight, to see thee foin, to see thee
traverse, to see thee here, to see thee there; to see thee
pass thy punto, thy stock, thy reverse, thy distance,
thy montant. Is he dead, my Ethiopian? Is he dead, my
Francisco? Ha, bully? What says my Aesculapius, my
Galen, my heart of elder, ha? Is he dead, bully stale?
Is he dead?
CAIUS
By Gar, he is de coward jack-priest of de vorld. He
is not show his face.
HOST
Thou art a Castalian King Urinal, Hector of Greece,
my boy.
CAIUS
I pray you bear witness that me have stay six or
seven, two, tree hours for him, and he is no come.
(II.iiii.17-34)",,8899,"•A play on having a heart of oak. The annotation in the Arden: ""'Heart of oak' would be a compliment to a man's bravery; 'heart of elder' is just the opposite, for the elder is a low tree, the wood of which is often, and it had other derogatory implications as 'Judas tree', the one on which he hanged himself. The Host takes the justifiable risk of assuming that Caius will not follow this inflated and allusive language"" (p.64-5)","""What says my Aesculapius, my / Galen, my heart of elder, ha?""","",2009-09-14 19:33:50 UTC,"Act II, scene iii. Doctor Caius to fight Sir Hugh Evans"
3473,"","Looking up words in the OED: ""portmanteau, n""",2005-11-22 00:00:00 UTC,"DORASTUS
O thou which hast thy staffe to bee thy tutor,
Whose head doth shine with bright hairs white as pewter,
Like silver moone, when as shee kist her minion
In Late-mouse mont, the swaine yclipt Endimion,
Who, beeing cald Endimion the drowsye,
Slept fifty yeers, & for want of shift was lowsye;
O thou whose breast, I, even this little cantle,
Is counsells capcase, prudences portmantle,
O thou that pickest wisdome out of guttes
As easy as men doe kernells out of nuttes,
Looke in our midriffs, & I pray you tell vs
Whether wee two shall live & dye good fellowes.
(pp. 10-11)",2011-06-06,8900,Capcase is archaic: means either portmanteau or carpet bag or more generic container.,"""O thou whose breast, I, even this little cantle, / Is counsells capcase, prudences portmantle.""","",2011-06-06 18:58:48 UTC,""
6446,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""furniture"" in HDIS Poetry",2007-12-23 00:00:00 UTC,"Vnto the tender youth of those faire eies
The light of iudgement can arise but new;
And yong the world appeares t'a yong conceit,
Whil'st thorow the vnacquainted faculties
The late inuested soule doth rawly view
Those obiects which on that discretion wait.
Yet you that such a faire aduantage haue
Both by your birth and happy pow'rs, t'out go,
And be before your yeeres, can fairely guesse
What hue of life holdes surest without staine;
Hauing your well-wrought heart full furnish't so
With all the images of worthinesse,
As there is left no roome at all t'inuest
Figures of other forme but sanctitie:
Whilst yet those cleane-created thoughts, within
The Garden of your innocencies rest;
Where are no motions of deformitie,
Nor any doore at all to let them in.
With so great care doth she, that hath brought forth
That comely body, labour to adorne
That better part, the mansion of your minde,
With all the richest furniture of worth;
To make y'as highly good as highly borne,
And set your vertues equall to your kinde.
She tels you how that honour onely is
A goodly garment put on faire desarts;
Wherein the smallest staine is greatest seene,
And that it cannot grace vnworthinesse;
But more apparant shewes defectiue parts,
How gay soeuer they are deckt therein.
She tels you too, how that it bounded is,
And kept inclosed with so many eies,
As that it cannot stray and breake abroad
Into the priuate wayes of carelesnesse;
Nor euer may descend to vulgarize,
Or be below the sphere of her abode.
But like to those supernall bodies set
Within their Orbs, must keepe the certaine course
Of order, destin'd to their proper place;
Which onely doth their note of glory get.
Th'irregular apparances inforce
A short respect, and perish without grace:
Being Meteors seeming high, but yet low plac't,
Blazing but while their dying matters last:
Nor can we take the iust height of the minde,
But by that order which her course doth shew,
And which such splendor to her actions giues;
And thereby men her eminencie finde,
And thereby onely doe attaine to know
The Region, and the Orbe wherein she liues.
For low in th'aire of grosse vncertaintie
Confusion onely rowles, order sits hie.
And therefore since the dearest thinge on earth,
This honour, Madam, hath his stately frame
From th'heau'nly order, which begets respect;
And that your Nature, vertue, happy birth,
Haue therein highly interplac'd your name,
You may not runne the least course of neglect,
For where, not to obserue, is to prophane
Your dignity; how carefull must you be
To be your selfe? And though you may to all
Shine faire aspects, yet must the vertuous gaine
The best effects of your benignitie:
Nor must your common graces cause to fall
The price of your esteeme t'a lower rate,
Then doth befit the pitch of your estate.
Nor may you build on your sufficiencie,
For in our strongest parts we are but weake;
Nor yet may ouermuch distrust the same:
Lest that you come to checke it so thereby,
As silence may become worse then to speake;
Though silence women neuer ill became.
And none we see were euer ouerthrowne
By others flattery more then by their owne.
For though we liue amongst the tongues of praise,
And troopes of smoothing people that collaud
All that we doe, yet 'tis within our harts
Th'ambushment lies, that euermore betraies
Our iudgements, when our selues be come t'applaud
Our owne abilitie and our owne parts.
So that we must not onely fence this fort
Of ours, against all others fraud, but most
Against our owne; whose danger is the most,
Because we lie the neerest to doe hurt,
And soon'st deceiue our selues, and soon'st are lost
By our best pow'rs, that doe vs most transport.
Such are your holy bounds, who must conuay
(If God so please) the honourable bloud
Of Clifford, and of Russell, led aright
To many worthy stems; whose ofspring may
Looke backe with comfort, to haue had that good
To spring from such a branch that grew s'vpright;
Since nothing cheeres the heart of greatnesse more
Then th'Ancestors faire glory gone before.
",2007-12-23,17113,I've included twice: Mansion and Furniture,"""With so great care doth she, that hath brought forth / That comely body, labour to adorne / That better part, the mansion of your minde, / With all the richest furniture of worth; / To make y'as highly good as highly borne, / And set your vertues equall to your kinde.""","",2009-09-14 19:49:05 UTC,I've included the entire poem