work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3440,"",Reading MacDonald's History of the Concept of Mind,2003-10-07 00:00:00 UTC,"21
First she them led up to the Castle wall,
That was so high, as foe might not it clime,
And all so faire, and fensible withall,
Not built of bricke, ne yet of stone and lime,
But of thing like to that Aegyptian slime,
Whereof king Nine whilome built Babell towre;
But O great pitty, that no lenger time
So goodly workemanship should not endure:
Soone it must turne to earth; no earthly thing is sure.
22
The frame thereof seemed partly circulare,
And part triangulare, O worke divine;
Those two the first and last proportions are,
The one imperfect, mortall, feminine;
Th'other immortall, perfect, masculine,
And twixt them both a quadrate was the base,
Proportioned equally by seven and nine;
Nine was the circle set in heavens place,
All which compacted made a goodly diapase.
23
Therein two gates were placed seemly well:
The one before, by which all in did pas,
Did th'other far in workmanship excell;
For not of wood, nor of enduring bras,
But of more worthy substance framd it was;
Doubly disparted, it did locke and close,
Still open to their friends, and closéd to their foes.
24
Of hewen stone the porch was fairely wrought,
Stone more of valew, and more smooth and fine,
Then Jet or Marble far from Ireland brought;
Over the which was cast a wandring vine,
Enchacéd with a wanton yvie twine.
And over it a faire Portcullis hong,
Which to the gate directly did incline,
With comely compasse, and compacture strong,
Neither unseemely short, nor yet exceeding long.
25
Within the Barbican a Porter sate,
Day and night duely keeping watch and ward,
Nor wight, nor word mote passe out of the gate,
But in good order, and with dew regard;
Utterers of secrets he from thence debard,
Bablers of folly, and blazers of crime.
His larumbell might lowd and wide be hard,
When cause requird, but never out of time;
Early and late it rong, at evening and at prime.
26
And round about the porch on every side
Twise sixteen warders sat, all arméd bright
In glistring steele, and strongly fortifide:
Tall yeomen seeméd they, and of great might,
And were enraungéd ready, still for fight.
By them as Alma passéd with her guestes,
They did obeysaunce, as beseeméd right,
And then againe returnéd to their restes:
The Porter eke to her did lout with humble gestes.
27
Thence she them brought into a stately Hall,
Wherein were many tables faire dispred,
And ready dight with drapets festivall,
Against the viaundes should be ministred.
At th'upper end there sate, yclad in red
Downe to the ground, a comely personage,
That in his hand a white rod menagéd,
He Steward was hight Diet; rype of age,
And in demeanure sober, and in counsell sage.
[ETCETERA]",,8753,•This goes on and on. How much to include? (REVISIT and check transcription),The body is a Castle,"",2009-09-14 19:33:45 UTC,"Alma's Castle: Book II, Canto ix"
3489,"",Reading Bamborough's The Little World of Man (15),2004-07-15 00:00:00 UTC,"Man is a lump, where all beasts kneaded be,
Wisdom makes him an ark where all agree;
The fool, in whom these beasts do live at jar,
Is sport to others and a theatre,
Nor 'scapes he so, but is himself their prey;
All which was man in him is eat away,
And now his beasts on one another feed,
Yet couple in anger, and new monsters breed;
How happy is he, which hath due place assigned
To his beasts, and disafforested his mind!
Empaled himself to keep them out, not in;
Can sow, and dares trust corn, where they have been;
Can use his horse, goat, wolf, and every beast,
And is not ass himself to all the rest.
Else, man not only is the herd of swine,
But he's those devils too, which did incline
Them to a headlong rage, and made them worse:
For man can add weight to heaven's heaviest curse.
As souls (they say) by our first touch, take in
The poisonous tincture of original sin,
So to the punishments which God doth fling,
Our apprehension contributes the sting.
To us, as to his chickens, he doth cast
Hemlock, and we as men, his hemlock taste.
We do infuse to what he meant for meat,
Corrosiveness, or intense cold or heat.
For, God no such specific poision hath
As kills we know not how; his fiercest wrath
Hath no antipathy, but may be good
At least for physic, if not for our food.
Thus man, that might be his pleasure, is his rod,
And is his devil, that might be his God.
Since then our business is, to rectify
Nature, to what she was, we are led awry
By them, who man to us in little show,
Greater than due, no form we can bestow
On him; for man into himself can draw
All, all his faith can swallow, or reason chaw,
All that is filled, and all that which doth fill,
All the round world, to man is but a pill;
In all it works not, but it is in all
Poisonous, or purgative, or cordial,
For, knowledge kindles calentures in some,
And is to others icy opium.
As brave as true, is that profession then
Which you do use to make; that you know man.
This makes it credible, you have dwelt upon
All worthy books, and now are such a one.
Actions are authors, and of those in you
Your friends find every day a mart of new.
(pp. 200-1)",2007-12-23,8951,"•REVISIT. INTEREST. Richly metaphorical. Poem is a response to Herbert's ""The State Progress of Ill"" and borrows metaphors of bestiary and ark from it. The allegory of the beasts is originally from Plato's Republic.
•I've included four times: Bestiary, Ark, Theater, Forest","""Man is a lump, where all beasts kneaded be, / Wisdom makes him an ark where all agree; / The fool, in whom these beasts do live at jar, / Is sport to others and a theatre, / Nor 'scapes he so, but is himself their prey; / All which was man in him is eat away, / And now his beasts on one another feed, / Yet couple in anger, and new monsters breed; / How happy is he, which hath due place assigned / To his beasts, and disafforested his mind!""",Theater,2009-09-14 19:33:52 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3556,"","Reading Frederick Kiefer's Writing on the Renaissance Stage: Written Words, Printed Pages, Metaphoric Books. Newark: University of Delaware Press, 1996. p. 113.",2006-10-03 00:00:00 UTC,"conscience, as a Scribe or Notary, sitting in the closet of mans heart, with pen in hand, records and keepes a Catalogue, or Diary of all our Doings, of the time when, place where, the manner how they were performed, and that so cleere and evident, that goe where we will, doe what we can, the characters of them cannot be cancelled or razed.
(45)",,9213,"•I've included seven times: Scribe, Notary, Closet, Pen, Catalogue, Diary, Character","""[C]onscience, as a Scribe or Notary, sitting in the closet of mans heart, with pen in hand, records and keepes a Catalogue, or Diary of all our Doings, of the time when, place where, the manner how they were performed, adn that so cleere and evident, that goe where we will, doe what we can, the characters of them cannot be cancelled or razed.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:02 UTC,""
3560,"","Reading Michael McKeon's The Secret History of Domesticity: Public, Private, and the Division of Knowledge. Baltimore: The Johns Hopkins University Press, 2005. p. 42-3",2006-06-07 00:00:00 UTC," O what a cunning guest
Is this same grief! within my heart I made
Closets; and in them many a chest;
And like a master in my trade,
In those chests, boxes; in each box, a till:
Yet grief knows all, and enters when he will.",,9223,"","""within my heart I made / Closets; and in them many a chest; / And like a master in my trade, / In those chests, boxes; in each box, a till: / Yet grief knows all, and enters when he will.""",Inhabitants,2009-09-14 19:34:03 UTC,Opening stanza
3620,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""closet"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-09-06 00:00:00 UTC,"Blest Pilgrim, and Sophia's servant, thou
Must not rest here, but farther still must go:
These are but streams, and Rivulets of Blisse,
Sophia she the only Fountain is.
Here thou mayst bath thy self, but canst not swim
Untill thou comest to the Fountains brim:
There are vast Oceans, there thou mayst remain,
These are but easements for your griefs, and pain:
These are but objects at a distance, these
Are but refreshments, and to give you ease,
To make thy Way the sweeter, till thou art
Hid in the Closet of Sophia's Heart.
Take not thou then too much complacency
In these, which only but the Conducts be
To greater happinesse; and do but shew
The tythe of Blisse, which thou art going to.
Presse on therefore; 'count every thing but pelf
To the enjoyment of Sophia's self.
Rous'd by his Angel thus, the Pilgrim hies,
And t'wards the perfect mark he faster flies.",,9401,"","""These are but objects at a distance, these / Are but refreshments, and to give you ease, / To make thy Way the sweeter, till thou art / Hid in the Closet of Sophia's Heart.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:34:11 UTC,""
3620,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""window"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2006-01-25 00:00:00 UTC,"I dare not venture here for to depaint,
The Beauties of that Face; the World's too scant
To yield materials, and I words should want,
How can her all-surpassing Form be penn'd,
When her Idea none can comprehend?
The soul that sees her, feels her, and her worth
Is better felt than can be spoken forth.
The fulvid Gold which is esteem'd so rare,
But the reflection of her golden Hair
Is; All the Silver did its brightnesse get,
And silveriz'd was when it touch'd her feet.
The Chrystal Rivers were like Ink, she gave
Them clearnesse when she did her finger lave
In their dark streams: A drop fell from her Hand,
Which being gave to the clear Crystals; and
Th' oriental Pearls. She look'd upon the Sun
And ever since she with that splendor shon.
She glanc'd her eye upon the Night's fair Queen,
She caught that glance, e'r since she fair hath been.
A spark flew from her Heavn'ly eye, it seems
Tellus snatch't that which essence gave to Gemms.
The ayr permitted was to kisse her Hand,
Who ever since its sweetnesse has retain'd.
Over the Globe stood black triumphing Death,
Till she but tasted of her sacred breath,
Prolific strait she was, and from her womb
Oceans of Heards, of Trees, of Herbs did come.
By it still all things live: The Pink, the Rose
And each sweet Flower that on Tellus grows,
Receive from her their odoriferous Fumes,
Which emanation from her Body comes.
Some of her Beauty down she flung below
Which all things caught that now do Beauty show.
Roses and Rubies which do rarely shine,
Are but umbrella's to her lips divine:
Those Seas of Claret in the azure Skies
Seen, when bright Sol down in the Ocean lies,
Or Tyrian blushes, if you them compare
To what buds in her cheeks meer deadnesse are:
As far below the Beauty and the Blisse
Seen there, as Earth to th' highest Heav'n is.
How can a Pen, or Pencil then depaint
Her; without whom all things do beauty want!
Her own hand 'twas that thus her self did limn,
And by APOCALYPSIS sent it him.
On this attracting Face our Pilgrim throws
His eyes, his Soul thorow those windows goes,
With so much joy that all her faculties
Intentively assembled in his eyes,
All other parts left destitute; in this
Capital City Oculipolis
The Soul and all her train are seated; by
That Beauty drawn into an Extasie.",,9404,"","""On this attracting Face our Pilgrim throws / His eyes, his Soul thorow those windows goes""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:34:12 UTC,""
3617,"",Reading,2010-01-11 22:20:43 UTC,"The multiplication also of Laws and Ceremonies of Religion does exceedingly multiply questions of practice ; and there were among the Jews, by reason of their numerous rites many more than there were at first among the Christians.
For we find the Apostles only exhorting to humility, to piety towards parents, to obedience to magistrates, to charity and justice ; and the Christians who meant well understood well, and needed no books of Conscience but the Rule, and the Commandment. But when Error crept in, Truth became difficult and hard to be understood: and when the Rituals of the Church and her laws became numerous, then Religion was hard to be practised: and when Men set up new interests,
then the laws of Conscience were so many, that as the laws of
the old Romans,
--------verba minantia fixo
Aere legebantur--------
which at first were nailed in a brass-plate upon a wall, became at last so numerous and filled so many volumes, that their very Compendium made a large digest ; so are these too many to be considered, or perfectly to be understood; and therefore either they must be cut off by simplicity and an
honest heart, and contempt of the World, and our duty must
look for no measures but love and the lines of the easy Commandment, or else we can have no peace and no security. But with these there is not only collateral security, but very often a direct wisdom. Because he that endeavours to keep
a good Conscience and hath an honest mind, besides that he
will inquire after his duty sufficiently, he will be able to tell
very much of it himself: for God will assist him, and cause
that his own mind shall tell him more than seven Watchmen that sit in a Tower; and if he miss, he is next to an excuse, and God is ready to pardon him: and therefore in what sect of Christianity soever any man is ingaged, if he have an honest heart and a good Conscience, though he be in darkness, he will find his way out, or grope his way within; he
shall be guided, or he shall be pardon'd; God will pity
him, and find some way for his remedy; and, if it be necessary, will bring him out.
(pp. xv)",,17638,"","""Because he that endeavours to keep
a good Conscience and hath an honest mind, besides that he will inquire after his duty sufficiently, he will be able to tell very much of it himself: for God will assist him, and cause that his own mind shall tell him more than seven Watchmen that sit in a Tower; and if he miss, he is next to an excuse, and God is ready to pardon him: and therefore in what sect of Christianity soever any man is ingaged, if he have an honest heart and a good Conscience, though he be in darkness, he will find his way out, or grope his way within; he shall be guided, or he shall be pardon'd; God will pity him, and find some way for his remedy; and, if it be necessary, will bring him out.""","",2010-01-11 23:06:30 UTC,Preface
3617,"",Reading,2010-01-12 18:35:51 UTC,"11. S. Bernard comparing the Conscience to a house, says it stands upon seven pillars. 1. Good will. 2. Memory of Gods benefits. 3. A clean heart. 4. A free spirit. 5. A right Soul. 6. A devout mind. 7. An enlightned
reason. These indeed are, some of them, the fruits and effects, some of them are the annexes and appendages of a good conscience, but not the foundations or pillars upon which conscience is built.
(p. 4)",,17663,"","""S. Bernard comparing the Conscience to a house, says it stands upon seven pillars.""","",2010-01-12 18:35:51 UTC,"Book I, Chapter I"
7390,"",Reading,2013-05-16 16:31:12 UTC,"Now for the body, as well it leuils at it: for those who distemper and misdiet them selues with vntimely and vnwonted surfeting, who make their bodies the noysome sepulchers of their soules, not considering the estate of their enfeebled body what will be accordant to it, not waighing their complexion contrary perchance farre to the dish they feede vpon, not foreseing by true knoweledge of themselues what will endamage and impaire their healths, infect the conduit pipes of their limpid spirits, what will dull and stupefie their quicker intelligence, nay, disable all the faculties both of soule and body, as instance mought be giuen of many, to them that haue had but a meere glympse into the histories, and ancient records of many dish moungers who running into excesse of riot, haue like fatall Parcas cut in two the lines of their owne liues, as Philoxenus the Dythirambiok poet, (of whome Athenaeus speaks Deipnos. 8) who deuoured at Syracusa a whole Polypus of two cubits long, saue onely the head of the fish, at one meale, whome (being deadly sicke of the crudity) the PhisiciĆ told that he could not possibly liue aboue seuen hours, whose wouluish appetite not with standing would not stint it selfe euen in that extremety, but he vttered these wordes (the more to intimate his vultur-like & insaciate paunch).
(Chapter I)",,20181,"","""Now for the body, as well it leuils at it: for those who distemper and misdiet them selues with vntimely and vnwonted surfeting, who make their bodies the noysome sepulchers of their soules, not considering the estate of their enfeebled body what will be accordant to it, not waighing their complexion contrary perchance farre to the dish they feede vpon, not foreseing by true knoweledge of themselues what will endamage and impaire their healths, infect the conduit pipes of their limpid spirits, what will dull and stupefie their quicker intelligence, nay, disable all the faculties both of soule and body.""","",2013-05-16 16:31:12 UTC,Chapter I
7390,"",Reading,2013-05-16 16:37:53 UTC,"[...] And what of others? who although they did not so speedilie by ignorance of their estate, curtaile their owne dayes by vntimely death, yet notwithstanding they haue liu'd as deade vnto the world, and their soules dead vnto them selues. Dyonisyus Heracleota that rauenous gourmandyzing Harpy, and insatiable draine of all pleasant liquors, was growne so pursie that his farnes would not suffer him to set his breath, beeing in continuall feare to bee stifeled, although others affirme that hee easily could with the strong blast of his breath haue turned about the sayles of a winde-mill: Whose soule by his selfe ignorance (not knowing what repast was most conuenient for his body) was pent vp and as it were fettred in these his corps as in her dungeon. So Alexander King of Aegypt was so grose and fat that hee was faine to be vpheld by two men: And a many moe by their [GREEK] and [GREEK] by excessiue eating & drinking, more vpon meere ignorance, then rebellion against nature, physicall diet, and discretion, did make their soules like the fatned sheepe whereof Iohannes Leo relates, which he see in Egypt some of whose tailes weighed 80. pound, and some 150 pound, by which waight their bodies were immoueable, vnlesse their tailes like traines were caried vp in wheel-barrowes: Or like the fatned hogs Scalliger mentions, that could not moue for fat, and were so senselesse that mise made nests in their buttocks, they not once feeling them.
(Chapter I)",,20182,"","""Whose soule by his selfe ignorance (not knowing what repast was most conuenient for his body) was pent vp and as it were fettred in these his corps as in her dungeon.""",Rooms,2013-05-16 16:37:53 UTC,Chapter I