"But now I come to cure my fond Disease; / This Steel thy flinty Breast will surely please."

— Cobb, Samuel (bap. 1675, d. 1713)


Date
1707, 1710
Metaphor
"But now I come to cure my fond Disease; / This Steel thy flinty Breast will surely please."
Metaphor in Context
Ah cruel Nymph! of Women Thou the worst!
Thee surely Mountains bred, Thee Tygers nurst.
For Rocks and Tygers soft and human be,
If Rocks and Tygers are compar'd with Thee.
For generous Love Thou mak'st no kind Return,
Unworthy of the Flames with which I burn!
But now I come to cure my fond Disease;
This Steel thy flinty Breast will surely please.

Think not I mean thy Choler to create,
Or breed new Matter for thy Scorn or Hate.
This Gift th' unpleasing Object shall remove;
Then you will smile, you will my Pangs approve,
'Tis such a Present, such a Sight you Love.
Categories
Provenance
Searching in HDIS (Poetry)
Citation
3 entries in ECCO and ESTC (1707, 1709, 1710).

Text from Poems on Several Occasions. With Imitations from Horace, Ovid, Martial, Theocritus, Bachylides, Anacreon, &c. To which is prefix'd A Discourse on Criticism, and the Liberty of Writing. In a letter to a Friend. By Samuel Cobb, 3rd ed. (London: Printed, and Sold by James Woodward, 1710).

See also Poems on Several Occasions. With Imitations from Horace, Ovid, Martial, Theocritus, Bachilides, Anacreon, and Others. To Which Is Prefix'd a Discourse on Criticism, and the Liberty of Writing, by Way of Letter to a Friend. By Samuel Cobb, M.A. (London, 1707). <Link to ECCO>
Date of Entry
06/13/2005

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.