updated_at,reviewed_on,context,comments,theme,id,text,provenance,created_at,work_id,metaphor,dictionary
2011-05-26 18:07:37 UTC,2011-05-26,Book I,"","",11231,"Messalla, War is yours, and Hostile Toils,
Through foreign Lands in Quest of foreign Spoils;
To firm your Conquests, and your Palace grace
With Trophies worthy your illustrious Race.
I wear the Chain, and scorning Glory wait
The constant Porter at my Mistress's Gate.
Honour is an indiff'rent Thing to me,
I Sleight it, Delia, while possess'd of thee;
Censure may rail, and call me what she can,
I would be counted an inglorious Man.
Thee let me have for ever in my Eye,
Ev'n when my latest Hour of Life draws nigh,
Gaze o'er thy lovely Form, and as you stand,
I'll dying grasp thee with a feeble Hand.
You'll weep, and when the pale extended Spoil
Lies stretch'd out, ready for the Funeral Pile;
With Flouds of Tears repeated Kisses fix
On my cold Lips, and Tears and Kisses mix:
You'll weep, I know you will; no Iron Chains
Confine thy Heart, thy Breast no Oak retains.
No Youth unmov'd shall leave those Obsequies,
Nor tender Maid return with Tearless Eyes.
But moderate your Grief, nor move my Shade,
Nor with your Hands your lovely Cheeks invade;
That heav'nly Face from Sorrow's Fury spare,
Nor rend the dangling Tresses of your Hair.","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,4302,"""You'll weep, I know you will; no Iron Chains / Confine thy Heart, thy Breast no Oak retains.""",Fetters
2011-05-27 14:37:20 UTC,2011-06-26,"","",Psychomachia,17819,"Should you presumptuous, quit your safer Ground,
And seek the utmost Lines, which Vertue bound,
And on the Frontier to engage the Foe,
With Reason 's weak collected Forces go,
You'll soon those nice, ill-guarded Limits pass,
Throw down your Arms, and fond her Feet embrace,
In her soft Snares her Pris'ner she'll detain,
And will you then have Pow'r to break her Chain?","Searching ""reason"" and ""frontier"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2010-05-20 17:41:09 UTC,4257,"""Should you presumptuous, quit your safer Ground, / And seek the utmost Lines, which Vertue bound, / And on the Frontier to engage the Foe,
With Reason 's weak collected Forces go, / You'll soon those nice, ill-guarded Limits pass, / Throw down your Arms, and fond her Feet embrace, / In her soft Snares her Pris'ner she'll detain, / And will you then have Pow'r to break her Chain?""",Fetters
2011-05-26 19:16:03 UTC,2011-05-26,"","","",17863,"Now in order to restore the Fibres of the Brain under the Melancholy Madness, and recover the Mind from those most gloomy, dejecting Circumstances, to which it is chain'd during the Force of [end page 393] this Disease, we must endeavour to bring their Machinulae into closer Contacts with each other; that is, resore their Springyness, or contracitle Powers, whereby the Ideas of sensible Objects may strike the Emporium of the Brain, or Seat of the Mind, with a regular Impulse; and in order to effect these several Intentions, it will be necessary to prescribe all manner of Remedies that may communicate a Stimulus to the Solids.
(p. 393-4)","Searching ""emporium"" in ECCO",2010-06-07 16:43:24 UTC,6716,"""Now in order to restore the Fibres of the Brain under the Melancholy Madness, and recover the Mind from those most gloomy, dejecting Circumstances, to which it is chain'd during the Force of this Disease, we must endeavour to bring their Machinulae into closer Contacts with each other; that is, resore their Springyness, or contracitle Powers, whereby the Ideas of sensible Objects may strike the Emporium of the Brain, or Seat of the Mind, with a regular Impulse; and in order to effect these several Intentions, it will be necessary to prescribe all manner of Remedies that may communicate a Stimulus to the Solids.""",Throne
2011-09-27 03:09:43 UTC,,"","","",18755,"Secondly, I shall now in the next place shew more particularly, in what respects the Son of God by his Doctrine, may be said to make us free. And that in these two respects.
I. As it frees us from the bondage of Ignorance, and Error, and Prejudice.
II. From the slavery of our Lusts and Passions.
I. It frees us from the bondage of Ignorance, and Error, and Prejudice, which is a more inveterate and obstinate error. And this is a great bondage to the mind of man, to live in ignorance of those things which are useful for us to know; to be mistaken about those matters which are of great moment and concernment to us to be rightly informed in: Ignorance is the confinement of our understandings, as Knowledge and right Apprehensions of things are a kind of liberty and enlargement to the mind of man. Under this slavery the world groaned, and were bound in these chains of darkness for many years, till the light of the glorious Gospel broke in upon the World, and our blessed Saviour, who is Truth, came to set us free.
(p. 616)",Reading,2011-06-21 21:43:27 UTC,6957,"""And this is a great bondage to the mind of man, to live in ignorance of those things which are useful for us to know; to be mistaken about those matters which are of great moment and concernment to us to be rightly informed in: Ignorance is the confinement of our understandings, as Knowledge and right Apprehensions of things are a kind of liberty and enlargement to the mind of man.""",Fetters
2011-06-21 21:50:42 UTC,,"","","",18759,"II. Freedom from the slavery of our passions and lusts, from the tyranny of vicious habits and practices. And this, which is the saddest and worst kind of bondage, the Doctrine of the Gospel is a most proper and powerful means to free us from; and this is that which I suppose is principally intended by our Saviour. For when the Jews told him that they did not stand in need of any liberty, that they were Abraham's seed, and were never in bondage to any, our Saviour declares what kind of bondage and slavery he meant; He that committeth sin, is the servant of sin. Wickedness and vice is the bondage of the will, which is the proper seat of liberty: and therefore there is no such slave in the world, as a man that is subject to his lusts; that is under the tyranny of strong and unruly passions, of vicious inclinations and habits. This man is a slave to many Masters, who are very imperious and exacting; and the more he yieldeth to them, with the greater tyranny and rigour they will use him. One passion hurries a man one way, and another drives him fiercely another; one lust commands him upon such a service, and another calls him off to another work so that a man under the command and authority of his lusts and passions, is like the Centurion's Servants, when they say to him come, he must come, and when they say go, he must go; when they say do this, he must do it; because he is in subjection to them.
(pp. 617-8)",Reading,2011-06-21 21:50:42 UTC,6957,"""Wickedness and vice is the bondage of the will, which is the proper seat of liberty: and therefore there is no such slave in the world, as a man that is subject to his lusts; that is under the tyranny of strong and unruly passions, of vicious inclinations and habits.""",Fetters
2011-07-14 16:55:05 UTC,,"","","",18863,"Beauteous Irene, say no more
Of Love, now I am safe at Shore:
Its Pleasures have so many Pains,
And leave such Stings behind,
That I'm resolv'd to quit the Chains,
And free my captive Mind.
","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-14 16:55:05 UTC,6991,"""[Love's] Pleasures have so many Pains, / And leave such Stings behind, / That I'm resolv'd to quit the Chains, / And free my captive Mind.""",Fetters
2011-07-20 02:48:00 UTC,,"","","",18930,"How sad our State by Nature is!
Our Sin how deep it stains!
And Satan binds our captive Minds
Fast in his slavish Chains.
(p. 161)","Searching ""mind"" and ""chain"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2011-07-20 02:48:00 UTC,7018,"""How sad our State by Nature is! / Our Sin how deep it stains! / And Satan binds our captive Minds / Fast in his slavish Chains.""",Fetters
2012-01-09 00:02:41 UTC,,Epistle VIII,"","",19405,"William de la Pooll Duke of Suffolk to Queen Margaret.
Let not my Mistress my Misfortune share,
And I with Patience will my Exile bear.
Five rowling Years on nimble Wings wou'd fly,
Like Lover's minutes, if my Queen were by.
When thou art absent, 'tis Eternal Night,
And Banishment Eternal from thy Sight.
The Persians who adore the rising Day,
Cou'd they see thee, to thee wou'd Worship pay.
Thy Eyes excel the Sun's meridian Light,
Their Force as piercing, and their Rays as bright.
Their rival Beams with Wonder he surveys,
And in his rapid Course, to view thee, stays.
England a Prison wou'd without thee be,
And ev'ry Region curst alike to me.
Who cou'd to Bonds the Generous Pooll confine?
What Chains can I submit to wear, but thine.
We, like the Falcons, no restraint endure,
Nor stoop, like vulgar Birds, to ev'ry Lure.
With wanton Wings in open Air they play,
And ne'er descend, but when they seize their Prey.
Live where we will, our Dwelling is the same,
We view one Heav'n, and tread one earthly Frame.
No Exile to the Brave can be assign'd,
Nor with the Body is the Soul confin'd.
Man in himself a little World contains
A Soul not subject or to Bonds or Chains.
Wheree'er his Body by constraint may be,
His Soul superior to their Force is free.
Who such Injustice, and be Calm, can bear,
The worst of Fortune has no need to fear.
At Leicester, Warwick my Disgrace contriv'd,
The States by him, and perjur'd Slaves deceiv'd.
Me they accus'd for yielding up of Main,
To me they charge the Loss of Aquitain.
By this, he feign wou'd win the Peoples Fame,
And be the Heir of good Duke Humphrey's Name.
My spotless Honour he abus'd with Lies,
That o'er the Pooll, the Nevil Race may rise.
He joyn'd in Counsel with his haughty Sire,
In York's stern Breast to kindle latent Fire.
By Clarence Title, aiming to supplant,
The Claims of Henry from the Famous Gaunt.
The Rout with fair Pretences he beguil'd,
And I, to please the Rabble, am exil'd.
Revenge my Good old Lord! the Traytor cry'd,
Revenge! the People and his Friends reply'd.
Tho' worn with Age the Fav'rite Duke deceas'd,
Yet I must suffer, and the Mob be pleas'd.
If they wou'd know who rob'd him of his Life,
From Man, they only need recal his Wife.
She, who in high Procession march'd along,
With flaming Wax, and penitential Song.
Let her again perform her Magic Rites,
And summon to her Aid, infernal Sprights.
From Hell, her Ministers must rise again,
To tell how Humphrey dy'd, and who shall reign.
Full Twenty Years in Gallick Plains I fought,
And Charles and Orleans to the Combat brought.
Amid the thickest of the War I prest,
And offer'd to the Foe my Loyal Breast.
I saw the Havock of Vernoylas Fields,
With the Slain cover'd, and abandon'd Shields,
I saw Great Bedford thro' the Host advance,
And England triumph o'er dejected France.
The Marks of honourable Wounds I wear,
Where most was Danger, I was always there.
With me Great Montacute and Talbot fought,
By my Example and Instruction taught.
Fierce Heats, and piercing Colds I have sustain'd.
In England's Service, early Laurels gain'd.
The French to Forts and Cities I persu'd,
I sackt their Towns, and dy'd their Streets with Blood.
For this, from England, I reproach receive,
And banisht, in the Lands I conquer'd, live.
For thee, thou know'st, the fairest I refus'd,
And, only thee, to be my Princess chus'd.
The Treaty for Arminiack was begun,
I put her off, and plac'd thee on the Throne.
To see thee oft, and that my Queen might reign,
I gave thy Father Anjou, Mans and Main.
His Daughter for her Dow'r her Beauties brought,
Whose Treasures were too Cheap by Empires bought.
Before Aumarl, I left my conqu'ring Arms,
To tell my Sovereign of thy wond'rous Charms.
At Tours Ambassadors of Peace I find,
Who su'd in vain till Love and Suffolk join'd.
My Tongue to praise thee was by Love inspir'd,
Young Henry heard, and with the Tale was fir'd.
With pow'rful Eloquence thy Charms I drew,
And set thee Glorious to the Monarh's view.
The King transported and confounded stood,
While I with Extasie the Theam pursu'd.
I prais'd thy Modesty, thy ev'ry Grace,
The Beauties of thy Mind and of thy Face.
Soft from my Tongue the moving Accents fell,
I, pleas'd to speak, and he to hear as well.
To us, I said, thou wou'dst new Glory bring,
Heiress of Sicily and Naples King.
Then of his Pow'r and of his Kingdoms sung,
As if his Daughter from a God were sprung.
With pompous Epithetes his Stile I grac'd,
And Rayner with the first of Monarchs plac'd.
Thus to advance thee in the King's Esteem,
And dear to me, to make thee dear to him.
How much I lov'd was in thy Nuptials seen,
In Henry's Name when I espous'd the Queen.
The Proxy shone in an Imperial Gown.
Of equal Value with thy Father's Crown.
The Realms were tax'd, and I with lavish hand,
Consum'd the Wealth of our empoverish'd Land.
To honour thee I on my Prince bestow'd,
My dearest Blessing, and my greatest Good.
Belov'd and Loving, I with Joy cou'd quit,
The Darling of my Heart, to make thee Great.
Had Jason, who adventur'd for the Prize,
As Poets sing, beheld thy sparkling Eyes,
And seen thee, such as on the Gallick Shoar,
The ravish'd Youth had left the worthless Oar.
With open Arms the Royal Maid to seize,
A richer Treasure than the Golden Fleece.
The Coasts of Diep were throng'd with weeping Crowds,
Who mourn'd to leave thee on the briny Floods.
The wanton Tide around thy Vessel play'd,
Old Ocean smil'd to see the heav'nly Maid.
Her silken Pride thy Ship display'd abroad.
And gamesom o'er the silver Waves she rode.
Sportive the Sea, as when Imperial Jove,
Bore thro' the yielding Waves his trembling Love.
The watry Nymphs their Harps divinely strung,
While sweet Arion on his Dolphin sung.
His Head fierce Neptune from his Palace rear'd,
And grimly pleasant with his Troop appear'd.
Before their King the Gods marine advanc'd,
While o'er the Waves th' immortal Lover danc'd.
Thus the proud Element to thee was kind,
To thee, in whom, all Beauty is confin'd.
Thou Pride of Nature, whom the Winds obey'd,
Fond of thy Smiles, and of thy Frowns afraid.
To Banishment, 'tis said, thy Pooll is gone,
France is his Prison, where his Fame he won.
A glorious Exile, this, my Queen, for me,
Where daily I the Fields of Conquest see.
The happy Plains with Pleasure I survey,
Where Gallia lost, and England got the Day.
Forth, here, the Vanguard mighty Bedford led,
Here Talbot charg'd, and here the French-men fled.
Scales and his Archers, there methinks appear,
And famous Willoughby again is there.
Again the Squadrons combating I view,
And now the Gallick fly, and ours pursue.
For what we cannot help we mourn in vain,
In all our Griefs, 'tis useless to complain.
Nor Sighs, nor Sorrows can our Pains relieve,
For then we suffer most, when most we grieve.
As mortal Men we're fated to endure,
Incessant Cares, and only this is sure.
The Laws Eternal, and the Pow'r we serve,
From what he once decrees, can never swerve.
We fondly prize what soon will fly away,
And cannot promise to our selves a Day.
Too oft we idly boast what we intend,
Forgetting our Designs on Heav'n depend.
What Fate has destin'd, only shall be done,
Which nor our Wisdom, nor our Strength can shun.
To the King's Will I must my Life resign,
The Pow'r is his, my Honour still is mine.
Courage, fair Queen, and let thy Looks declare,
No shew of Fear, not token of Despair.
Such as I saw thee at the Gallick Court,
Such as thou look'st, when we approacht the Port,
Where Henry waited on the crowded Strand,
And took his Royal Bride from Suffolk's hand.
New Graces then the youthful Queen adorn,
Blushing and Smiling as the Orient Morn.
With Rapture Henry seiz'd the Glorious Prey,
And bore thee in triumphant Pomp away.
Thus Gay, thus Happy may'st thou always be,
Nor dream of Danger for thy self or me.","Searching ""bond"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2012-01-09 00:02:41 UTC,7011,"""Man in himself a little World contains / A Soul not subject or to Bonds or Chains.""",Fetters
2012-02-08 05:12:41 UTC,,Chap. VI. Of the Passions,"","",19587,"[...] But in its Advances, and final Perfection and Consummation, it discovers itself to be a Faculty, Quality, or inherent Power in the Soul, whereby it will act: without Solicitation, Motive or Direction. As a Stone in a Wall, fastened with Mortar, compressed by surrounding Stones, and involved in a Million of other Attractions, cannot fall to the Earth, nor sensibly exert its natural Gravity, no, not so much as to discover there is such a Principle in it; just so, the intelligent Soul, in this her lapsed Estate, being drowned in Sense, chained and fettered by Ignorance and Perverseness, drawn and hurried away by the Devil, the World and the Flesh, is disabled from exerting this inherent and innate Principle of Re-union, and wants sufficient Light on the Understanding, and a right Turn of the Will, to be put in a Capacity of exercising it. But in its proper Vacuity, and being freed from these Letts and Impediments, it would mount towards its Original, like an Eagle toward the Sun. Amiability, Pulchritude or Beauty, is as much the peculiar and proper Object of this Affection of the Mind, as Light or a luminous Body is of Vision; for Deformity, as such, can never be loved. And Beauty or Perfection, is, in Reality and just Philosophy, nothing but Analogy, Order, or just Proportion. From hence it necessarily follows, that in the Scale of Beings, all Objects ought to be loved in proportion to their Degree of Beauty, Symmetry or Perfection. And consequently, the highest Perfection ought to be loved with the highest Degree of Love, and the several subordinate Degrees of Perfection, with proportionate Degrees of this Affection of the Mind. And since Finite, when compared with Infinite, evanishes quite, or becomes nothing; it follows necessarily (since there is, and can be, but one Object that is Infinite, Good and Perfect, and all others are but Created, and Finite Goods; that is, in Comparison they are nothing) that, according to the eternal and immutable Laws of Analogy, the One supreme Good, endued with Infinite Perfection, ought to be loved with a Love infinitely superior to our Affections for other Things, or (which is the same Thing in other Words) that, in Comparison, our Love to the Author of our Being, ought to be infinite; and that to ourselves and other Objects, as being finite Creatures, none at all. This is the true Philosophy of this Matter, and as much a Demonstration, as any thing in Numbers or Geometry possibly can be; however it maybe received by Men of Self-Love and Carnal Minds.
(VI, pp. 163-5)",Reading in the British Library,2012-02-08 05:12:05 UTC,7187,"""As a Stone in a Wall, fastened with Mortar, compressed by surrounding Stones, and involved in a Million of other Attractions, cannot fall to the Earth, nor sensibly exert its natural Gravity, no, not so much as to discover there is such a Principle in it; just so, the intelligent Soul, in this her lapsed Estate, being drowned in Sense, chained and fettered by Ignorance and Perverseness, drawn and hurried away by the Devil, the World and the Flesh, is disabled from exerting this inherent and innate Principle of Re-union, and wants sufficient Light on the Understanding, and a right Turn of the Will, to be put in a Capacity of exercising it.""",Fetters
2013-07-08 20:13:50 UTC,,"",INTEREST: USE IN ENTRY,"",21531,"A Taylor in this City, having been very active in promoting the Election of Tucker and Fownes, was rewarded for his pains by a zealous Parson with the Clerkship of the Parish. He had at that time a Son turn'd of fifteen, and was in great suspense whether to put him out Apprentice to a Button-maker, or dedicate him to the Church. But his own Preferment having raised his Ambition, he expected no less than to see his Boy come in Curate in a few years, and so resolved he should be a Parson; ay, marry, should he, and a High-Church Parson too. The Boy, who had some beginnings of (what is call'd) Classic Learning, having finished his grammatical Studies, and receiv'd his Manumissory Indorsement, was sent to the University, and provided with a High-Church Tutor. Great care had been taken taken beforehand to arm him with the utmost Rage and Fury against Fanaticism; and his Tutor employ'd all his art and skill to fasten in his Brain a long Chain of Orthodox High-Church Images. The Chain was ended in a twelvemonth; but it took up four years more to strengthen and close the Links. And now the Work was so strong and well finished, that nothing was able to break it. This Train of Images continually revolv'd in our young Parson's Brain; and to preserve them from being jostled out by any intruding Foreigners, who might dispossess the Original Orthodox Inhabitants, the first Link of the Chain was rivetted by Pride, and the two last closed up by those two inseparable Companions, Laziness, and Dread of Heresy. The Theological Machine thus fitted up, ascends the Pulpit, thunders out against Schism, draws a Parallel betwixt Rome and Geneva, and gives the preference to the former, for having preserv'd the Hierarchy of the Church, and the Jure Divinoship and uninterrupted Succession of the Royal Priesthood. Next it damns the Whigs and Fanaticks for a pack of sad Dogs, that would eat up Kings with a Corn of Salt, and stain the whole Kalendar with the Blood of Royal Martyrs. The poor old Taylor all this time wept for Joy at his Desk; one half of the Congregation stared, and the other half most judiciously concluded him to be one of the most eminent Preachers of the Age. He now begins to fansy himself so too; for (what will seem very strange) he has never to this hour felt that he hath a rational Soul; and if he did, he would not know to what use to put it.
(pp. 191-3)",Reading,2013-07-08 20:13:50 UTC,7510,"""This Train of Images continually revolv'd in our young Parson's Brain; and to preserve them from being jostled out by any intruding Foreigners, who might dispossess the Original Orthodox Inhabitants, the first Link of the Chain was rivetted by Pride, and the two last closed up by those two inseparable Companions, Laziness, and Dread of Heresy.""",Fetters and Inhabitants