"Nor let me shrink when Fancy's eye / Beholds the guilty wretch's breast / Beneath the tort'ring pincers heave!"

— Mulso [later Chapone], Hester (1727-1801)


Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by S. Richardson
Date
1758
Metaphor
"Nor let me shrink when Fancy's eye / Beholds the guilty wretch's breast / Beneath the tort'ring pincers heave!"
Metaphor in Context
Where-e'er I turn fresh evils meet my eyes;
Sin, Sorrow, and Disgrace
Pursue the human race!
There, on the bed of sickness, VIRTUE lies!
See FRIENDSHIP bleeding by the sword
Of base INGRATITUDE!
See baleful JEALOUSY intrude,
And poison all the bliss that LOVE had stored!
Oh seal my ears against the piteous cry
Of Innocence distrest!
Nor let me shrink when Fancy's eye
Beholds the guilty wretch's breast
Beneath the tort'ring pincers heave!

Nor for the num'rous wants of Mis'ry grieve,
Which all-disposing Heav'n denies me to relieve!
(p. 185)
Provenance
Reading
Citation
Text from Hester Chapone, Miscellanies in Prose and Verse, 3rd edition (London: Printed for E. and C. Dilly ... and J. Walter, 1777). <Link to 3rd edition in Google Books> <Link to version printed in Elizabeth Carter's translation of Epictetus, in Google Books>
Theme
Mind's Eye
Date of Entry
06/17/2011

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