theme,metaphor,work_id,dictionary,provenance,id,created_at,updated_at,reviewed_on,comments,text,context
Ruling Passion,Money may be a ruling passion,5661,"","Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",15124,2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:42:50 UTC,,•Holcroft's translation of Choderlos de Laclos. First performed 12 March 1787; first published 31 March 1787.,"GABRIEL
Lord, mun, your worship need no' be so shy, like--You do know, you ha' promised me a plac. --an places that are no' bought one way--mun be bought another.
SIR FREDERIC
Well said, friend Gabriel.
GABRIEL
An, as for keeping o' family secrets, donno' you fear me; becase why, I do find they be a sarvant's best parkizites--For, an it wur na for family secrets, how should so many poor country Johns so very soon become gentlemen?
SIR FREDERIC [aside]
This fellow's thoughts run all in one channel; his ruling passion is money; the love of that sharpens his intellects, and opens his eyes and ears.--Well, Gabriel, you shall find me generous as a Prince, provided--Here's somebody coming--go into the next room; I'll speak with you presently.
GABRIEL
Ees.--But I do hope your honour's worship wunna forget the place, like?
SIR FREDERIC
Never fear.","Act II, scene v"
"","""Love does all day the soul's great empire keep; / But Wine, at night, lulls the soft God asleep.""",5733,"","Searching ""empire"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama)",15277,2004-08-11 00:00:00 UTC,2011-07-27 19:53:31 UTC,,•Adaptation of Behn's Rover,"WILL.
Agreed.
Love does all day the soul's great empire keep;
But Wine, at night, lulls the soft God asleep","Act III, scene i"
"","""Like Britain's Monarch"" an audience may ""act [their] generous parts, /And fix [their] empire, in [actors] greatful hearts.",5854,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""empire"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15586,2004-08-16 00:00:00 UTC,2009-09-14 19:44:02 UTC,,"","Yet, for I feel my female fears increase,
Tho' arm'd for war, yet still I wish for peace:
We own your pow'r, confess your wond'rous sway,
Whom all our great dramatic realms obey:
No merit we can claim, till you befriend it,
Wit is not wit, unless your taste commend it:
From th' Author's anvil a mere sluggish mass;
Your plaudits stamp the coin, and bid it pass.
By your mild sentence then decide our fate:
Far better to be good than to be great!
Like Britain's Monarch, act your generous parts,
And fix your empire, in our greatful hearts.",Back Matter
"","""Come then, sweet sounds, for you alone / Can bid the tumult cease, / Restore reason to it's throne / His bosom to it's peace.""",5874,Throne,"Searching ""throne"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",15614,2004-07-14 00:00:00 UTC,2011-07-28 20:14:03 UTC,,"","LOTHAIRE
You may suppose it address'd to some warrior, who being lost to his country, and buried in profound melancholy, the poet strives to rouse him by the following strain.
""Where is that tow'ring spirit fled
""Which zeal heroic fir'd?
""Is that creative genius dead
""Which every muse inspir'd?
""Is it in grief's o'erwhelming tide
""That ardent fire was lost;
""Or have those senses turn'd aside,
""In love severely crost?
""Come then, sweet sounds, for you alone
""Can bid the tumult cease,
""Restore his reason to it's throne,
""His bosom to it's peace.
""The turbid passions shall retire
""Before the minstrel's art,
""And the same hand that sweeps the lyre
""Shall heal the stricken heart.""
",Act II
"","""I was surpriz'd, taken unawares, passion ran away with me like an unbroke horse: but I have got him under now; I can govern him with a twine of thread.""",5638,Beasts,"Searching ""passion"" and ""horse"" in HDIS (Drama)",19872,2012-07-05 16:58:36 UTC,2012-07-05 16:58:36 UTC,,"","JACK.
Don't be frighten'd, Mrs. Phoebe! you have nothing to fear: I have seen my error, and thoroughly repent of it.
PHOEBE.
'Tis well you have, Sir.
JACK.
Very true, 'tis a happy reformation-- but who can command himself at all times, Mrs. Phoebe? Where's the man that can do it? I was surpriz'd, taken unawares, passion ran away with me like an unbroke horse: but I have got him under now; I can govern him with a twine of thread.
PHOEBE.
'Tis well you can, Sir.
(IV)",Act IV
"","""Still in this breast shall dearest Emma reign, / Nor e'er my will your virgin choice shall sway.""",7670,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,22696,2013-09-08 19:21:21 UTC,2013-09-08 19:21:21 UTC,,"","HAUBERK.
Still in this breast shall dearest Emma reign,
Nor e'er my will your virgin choice shall sway.
But grant this Knight be he whom erst you saw,
That Hauberk's line no longer want an Heir.
In two short hours we hope him here: till then
Farewel.
(I.iii, p. 138)",Scene iii