id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
19203,USE IN ENTRY,Searching in ECCO,Coinage,2011-09-20 19:44:30 UTC,,7099,"","",2011-09-20 19:50:31 UTC,"""This Work, I say, shall not only contain the various Impressions of my Mind, (as in Louis the Fourteenth his Cabinet you have seen the growing Medals of his Person from Infancy to Old Age,) but shall likewise include with them the Theatrical History of my Own Time, from my first Appearance on the Stage to my last Exit.""","And when I have done it, you may reasonably ask me of what Importance can the History of my private Life be to the Publick? To this, indeed, I can only make you a ludicrous Answer, which is, That the Publick very well knows my Life has not been a private one; that I have been employ'd in their Service ever since many of their Grandfathers were young Men; And tho' I have voluntarily laid down my Post, they have a sort of Right to enquire into my Conduct (for which they have so well paid me) and to call for the Account of it during my Share of Administration in the State of the Theatre. This Work, therefore, which I hope they will not expect a Man of hasty Head shou'd confine to any regular Method: (For I shall make no scruple of leaving my History when I think a Digression may make it lighter for my Reader's Digestion.) This Work, I say, shall not only contain the various Impressions of my Mind, (as in Louis the Fourteenth his Cabinet you have seen the growing Medals of his Person from Infancy to Old Age,) but shall likewise include with them the Theatrical History of my Own Time, from my first Appearance on the Stage to my last Exit.
(p. 4)
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19673,INTEREST. Mixed metaphor of gardening and coinage...,Reading in Google Books,Coinage and Metal,2012-04-10 15:13:59 UTC,,7211,"","",2012-04-10 15:13:59 UTC,"""Like Twigs, entrusted to the Planter's Pains, / Who prunes, engrafts, indulges, or restrains, / Till in the Garden Ornament they yield, / And Fruit, which else had cumber'd up the Field: / Or that rich Ore we from the Indies bring, / Which bears, refin'd, the Image of the King; / But mix'd for-ever with ignobler Mold, / Would lie conceal'd, had we no Taste for Gold: / Thus human Soul, neglected, will not shine; / But, cultur'd well, approaches to divine!""","Like Twigs, entrusted to the Planter's Pains,
Who prunes, engrafts, indulges, or restrains,
Till in the Garden Ornament they yield,
And Fruit, which else had cumber'd up the Field:
Or that rich Ore we from the Indies bring,
Which bears, refin'd, the Image of the King;
But mix'd for-ever with ignobler Mold,
Would lie conceal'd, had we no Taste for Gold:
Thus human Soul, neglected, will not shine;
But, cultur'd well, approaches to divine!
(ll. 47-56, p. 45)"