work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3853,"",Reading. Text from EEBO. http://name.umdl.umich.edu/A27305,2005-10-09 00:00:00 UTC,"At these Words she rose from his Feet, and snatching him in her Arms, he cou'd not defend himself from receiving a thousand Kisses from the lovely Mouth of the charming Wanton; after which, she ran her self, and in an instant put out the Candles. But he cry'd to her, In vain, O too indiscreet fair One; in vain you put out the Light; for [Page 51] Heaven still has Eyes, and will look down upon my broken Vows. I own your Power, I own I have all the Sense in the World of your charming Touches; I am frail Flesh and Blood, but yet--yet--yet I can resist; and I prefer my Vows to all your powerful Temptations.--I will be deaf and blind, and guard my Heart with Walls of Ice, and make you know, that when the Flames of true Devotion are kindled in a Heart, it puts out all other Fires; which are as ineffectual, as Candles lighted in the Face of the Sun.--Go, vain Wanton, and repent, and mortifie that Blood which has so shamefully betray'd thee, and which will one Day ruin both thy Soul and Body.--
(pp. 50-1)",2010-07-01,9899,"•See also Aphra Behn. Oroonoko and other Writings. Ed. Paul Salzman. Oxford: OUP, 1994.
•I've included twice: Wall of Ice and Flame","""I will be deaf and blind, and guard my Heart with Walls of Ice, and make you know, that when the Flames of true Devotion are kindled in a Heart, it puts out all other Fires; which are as ineffectual, as Candles lighted in the Face of the Sun.""","",2010-07-01 20:12:13 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-18 21:10:03 UTC,"One day while at School (at Dungrove, the place where I now boarded) returning home about the time that Sols fiery footed Steeds began to make the Ocean hizz with thrusting their hoofs into't, being attended with all my play-fellows, (for they honoured me) after we had embraced one another, (for we were civil) and taken a kind Farewell, which had like to have been our last: As I was Rambling home by a stragling River, that sneaks through the Town of [ Latmus ] and gazing sometimes on the lofty Hills and flowry Dales, and sometimes on the stately Swans that did now in Triumph ride in the Sedges of the mæandring Streams, (I think those Swans were Geese tho', to tell truth) and by and by listning to those feather'd people that were warbling out their ravishing Ditties in a sullen Grove, and coo and coo unto each others moan,--Owls, Cuckoes, Phoenicopters, Rooks and Phoenixes--why just then, all of a sudden, before I cou'd say what's this, or knew where I was, my Noddle now swimming with a million of Fancies, (as I alwayes had a very working Brain,) and I not minding my way, in tumbled I into the River, hugging the waves so tenderly, you can't imagine--But not to tell you what Discourse the Water-Nymphs and I had together, how they took me down with 'em to their Christal Palaces, and Sea-green dining Rooms, all hung with watchet Silk, and deckt with Corall and Mother o' Pearl, I'll warr'nt you the cheapest thing amongst it: Not to puzzle or Gagg your belief with such odd Accidents--this I'm sure you'll all credit--that when I was under water, I was in danger of drowning, and had I continued there but one four and twenty hours, I had certainly been dead to this day,--and there had been an end of Kainophilus and all his Rambles:--but as my better Stars wou'd have it, who shou'd lie sleeping just by the water-side, but one Mr. J. R. (not James Rex, but another whose Name begins with the same Letters) methinks I have him still before my Eyes,--how he startled when I flounc'd into the Water, thinking belike t'had been some Spaniel Dog or other,--how after I was under Water, he got upon his Breech, rubbed his Eyes, and lookt about him to see what was the matter, (for he has told me all the story since) and lastly how he saw my Heels capering up, like the Handle of a Milk-Pail when carried away by the stream, and catching me hold by the left Leg, pull'd me out in spite of half a Tun of water both in my Cloaths and Belly, and held me up by the Heels so long till I thought my Guts wou'd have dropt out at my Mouth, or at least I should have gone to Stool at the wrong end. Nor yet cou'd I find 'i my heart to be angry with him, so grateful is my Nature, for thus saving my Life, when I was within six Gasps precisely of feeding the Fishes:--I say precisely, for sure I shou'd best know the measure of my own Belly, for that must unavoidably have burst with six go-downs more of that uncomfortable Element:--So there's an end o' that Ramble; Fate held its own, and he that is born to dye in his Bed, shall ne're be drown'd.
(I, pp. 61-3)",,20961,"","""Why just then, all of a sudden, before I cou'd say what's this, or knew where I was, my Noddle now swimming with a million of Fancies, (as I alwayes had a very working Brain,) and I not minding my way, in tumbled I into the River, hugging the waves so tenderly, you can't imagine.""","",2013-06-18 21:10:03 UTC,""
7476,Drunkenness,C-H Lion,2013-06-18 21:30:40 UTC,"'Tis uncertain whether the Fellow I'm about telling you a merry Story of, had been Dancing at a May-pole or no, but sure enough he was got finely Fox'd some where or other i'the Strand, and staid at it till the Watch was set--and then homeward he Rambled as his brutish Carcase cou'd direct him, for his Soul was Imprison'd (as the Dutch Towns when the Sluces were drawn up and the Dykes pierc'd) and cou'd do him no farther Service--In this pickle such as 'twas, and 'twou'd ha' bin worse had he happen'd into a Kennel or Common shore, was he sholling thro' the Strand--'twas a Moon-shiny Night, but the Moon being got behind the Houses, shined only a slant, and sent a little stream of light out of one of the small Lanes quite cross the Street--This the Inden Indenture-maker was now arriv'd at, and being a little sensible what a condition he was in, and so very careful of any danger, fancy'd he was come somewhere or other, for he had absolutely forgot where he was, to the side of a River--so up the Stream and down he goes to look for a Bridge, but finding none, reel'd back to try if he cou'd leap over--till coming to the side, he fancy'd the Brook too wide for him, therefore put off his Stockings--and Shoes to see whether he cou'd wade it--in he steps very gingerly, but the further he thrust in his Leg, finding the more of the Moon-shine, off go his Breeches too--not enough yet--the rest of his Cloaths follow, Shirt and all, which tying up in a Bundle over he throws, and himself wades after--yet 'twou'd n't do--he finds it up to his Chin--so out he strikes his Hands and Feet, down he falls and mawls his Body against the Pavement, but finding he cou'd make no way out of this Enchanted River, falls a yelping for some good Body to lend him a Rope and save his Life. The Watch who had stood near, and observ'd the Farce all the while with a great deal of Diversion, took up the poor Drownded Creature, half throttled with the conceit on't, and carry'd him to the Round-house, giving him his Cloaths again, where he lay till he was sober, and sufficiently asham'd of that extravagance his Intemperance had thrown him into, tho' much more harmless than many others in that mad condition have been guilty of.
(p. 153)",,20970,"","""'Tis uncertain whether the Fellow I'm about telling you a merry Story of, had been Dancing at a May-pole or no, but sure enough he was got finely Fox'd some where or other i'the Strand, and staid at it till the Watch was set--and then homeward he Rambled as his brutish Carcase cou'd direct him, for his Soul was Imprison'd (as the Dutch Towns when the Sluces were drawn up and the Dykes pierc'd) and cou'd do him no farther Service.""","",2013-06-18 21:30:40 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-18 21:41:06 UTC,"Thus might I have e'ne gone on to Doomsday without their minding a word I said, for by this time the Fumes of the Liquor, which it seems they had been tunning in all that day, conquer'd that little Reason they had left, and threw 'em all into a bruitish sleep; where I e'ne left 'em to snore and stink together, while I full glad of my happy Gaol-delivery, Bow-bell now ringing, got quietly home to my Masters, having had enough of their Company and Discourse, which made my Hair stand an end when I thought on't; and being sufficiently warn'd from ever coming amongst 'em afterwards.
(II, pp. 56-7)",,20976,"","""Thus might I have e'ne gone on to Doomsday without their minding a word I said, for by this time the Fumes of the Liquor, which it seems they had been tunning in all that day, conquer'd that little Reason they had left, and threw 'em all into a bruitish sleep.""",Empire,2013-06-18 21:41:06 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 01:34:25 UTC,"Instead of those sage and grave Notions that used to fill my Head, 'twas cramm'd top full of Whimseys and Whirligigs, by the vehement agitation of my distemper'd Fancy, as ever a Carkase-shell with Instruments of Death and Murder. I was nothing but all Flame and Fire, and the red-hot Thoughts glared about my Brains at such a rate, and if visible, wou'd, I fancy, have made just such a dreadful Appearance as the Window of a Glass-house discovers in a dark Night--viz. a parcel of stragling fiery Globes marching about and hizzing, appearing and vanishing high and low, transverse, and every where--which at length in a few days blew up my Head like a Bottle, and I had a Fire as uninterrupted, and I think as hot as that we talk of, rolling all over me, boiling my very Bowels into Tripes, and frying my poor Heart in its own Water, till I fancy it looked like the broyl'd Soul of a Goose, or a piece of Cheese tosted over the Candle. When poor Evander drunk, as my Nurse knows that was not often, 'twas like the slaking of Iron in Water, or rather the Taylor's spitting upon his Goose, where the little drops of moisture only stink and sputter, and fly off agen; and I can hardly perswade my self but if any Virtuoso had out of curiosity listen'd at my Back-Door, they might have easily heard the small Beer and Posset-drink hizz within me, as it came down into my Bowels.
(II, pp. 42-3)",,20984,INTEREST. CRAZY METAPHOR.,"""I was nothing but all Flame and Fire, and the red-hot Thoughts glared about my Brains at such a rate, and if visible, wou'd, I fancy, have made just such a dreadful Appearance as the Window of a Glass-house discovers in a dark Night--viz. a parcel of stragling fiery Globes marching about and hizzing, appearing and vanishing high and low, transverse, and every where--which at length in a few days blew up my Head like a Bottle, and I had a Fire as uninterrupted, and I think as hot as that we talk of, rolling all over me, boiling my very Bowels into Tripes, and frying my poor Heart in its own Water, till I fancy it looked like the broyl'd Soul of a Goose, or a piece of Cheese tosted over the Candle.""",Rooms,2013-06-19 01:34:25 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 02:10:00 UTC,"But alas, I had not been sixty minutes Alphabetizing and sorting of Books before my old Rambling Maggot began to crawl and bite afresh; upon which I immediately grew as fickle and wavering as if I had drank Liquor distill'd from a Womans Brains; and nothing would satisfie me now till I saw the Situation of my Father's House again. 'Tis true, my Master did advise me (for which I'll pay and ever owe him as many Thanks as Arithmetick can count) to beg my Father's Consent before I rambled again; but my runnagate Mind being set on a galloping Frollick, he might with as much ease have found out the Quadrature of a Circle, or the Taylor's Name that works to the Man in the Moon, as have parted me from another Ramble; for beginning now to imagin that a Trade was troublesom, and that the toyl of keeping Accompts would be a labour too tedious for my Mercurial Brains, I was impatient till I was on another Ramble. And no sooner had the Night began to draw its Curtains, but Evander draws his.
(III, pp. 34-5)",,20996,"","""But alas, I had not been sixty minutes Alphabetizing and sorting of Books before my old Rambling Maggot began to crawl and bite afresh; upon which I immediately grew as fickle and wavering as if I had drank Liquor distill'd from a Womans Brains; and nothing would satisfie me now till I saw the Situation of my Father's House again.""",Animals,2013-06-19 02:10:20 UTC,""
7476,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 02:49:19 UTC,"This Cobler having been drinking till his Brains were shipwrackt in a deluge of Canary, yet unable with all that Liquor to quench his Nose, which appeared so flaming, that when he was smoaking, it could not be discerned by the most critical Eye, at which end his Pipe burned with the more red-hot fire; staggering towards his Lodging about the Suburbs of the Morning, without any other light than was reflected from his Stellified Countenance, chanc'd to encounter a certain Hydrogogical Engine, by the Students in the Mathematicks call'd a Pump, which he taking for some cross-gain'd Fellow, that would not give the way, made so furiously at it, that with the terrible shock himself was beat backwards, and fell down just under the Spout, which a Maid having made use of just before for water to wash her house, it still continued to drisle softly; whereupon the sprawling Gentleman being much more inraged, (for you know no Injuries are so picquantly resented by generous Spirits as those that come attended with contempt,) cries out, You Dog! cannot you be content to beat and abuse me, but you must piss upon me too, and thereupon draws his Knife, & like a dying Hero, from the ground made several passes at his Adversary, till the Watch going their Rounds interrupted the ridiculous combat; but perceiving the Gentleman Cobler had got a considerable Wound in his Skull, took care for his safe conveyance to his Lodging, lest the excess of his Prowess might engage him in more such perilous Adventures.
(III, pp. 54-5)",,21008,"","""This Cobler having been drinking till his Brains were shipwrackt in a deluge of Canary, yet unable with all that Liquor to quench his Nose, which appeared so flaming, that when he was smoaking, it could not be discerned by the most critical Eye, at which end his Pipe burned with the more red-hot fire.""","",2013-06-19 02:49:19 UTC,""
7576,"",Searching in EEBO-TCP,2013-07-26 20:02:27 UTC,"Having one day met with one of this Society, who understood the Oriental Languages; and who conversing with me, did not believe he discoursed with a Mussulman, I heard him vomit injurious, and fearful Imprecations against Mahomet, against his Law, and against all true Believers. I have so much Horror to write to thee all he said, that I will tell thee but some few of them; and the rather to divert thee, by the knowledge of the Errors of our Enemies; and also, that thou maist not be afflicted at some things not very reasonable, which are observed in many of the Precepts of the Law, which we follow. Let this be said, as if I had not spoken it, seeing I pour frankly the Secrets of my Heart into thy Bosom: no ways doubting, but thou knowest to be silent in what may cause my Death. This Jesuit maintains, That the Mussulmans are not Wise in following the Precepts of a Drunkard, who forbad drinking of Wine, and committed Excesses himself, when he thought he was un-observed. He maintains further, That it is foolish to give Credit to such a Fellow, who makes a Paradise to consist of Beautiful Women, where one may abandon himself to all sorts of Pleasure and Debauchery, and that he hath not foreseen a Hell, where he, and all his Followers, ought to suffer the Pains due to their Crimes. He adds further, That one must be very foolish to adore a Blasphemer, who hath commanded his Law should be maintained by the Sword, when it could not be supported by Reason.
(p. 29)",,22080,"","""Let this be said, as if I had not spoken it, seeing I pour frankly the Secrets of my Heart into thy Bosom: no ways doubting, but thou knowest to be silent in what may cause my Death.""","",2013-07-26 20:03:20 UTC,""
8024,"",Reading,2014-09-02 15:25:17 UTC,"The Interpreter answered; This Parlor is the heart of a Man that was never sanctified by the sweet Grace of the Gospel: The dust, is his Original Sin, and inward Corruptions that have defiled the whole Man; He that began to sweep at first, is the Law; but She that brought water, and did sprinkle it, is the Gospel: Now, whereas thou sawest that so soon as the first began to sweep, the dust did so fly about that the Room by him could not be cleansed, but that thou wast almost choaked therewith. This is to shew thee, that the Law, instead of cleansing the heart (by its working) from sin, d doth revive, put e strength into, and f increase it in the soul, as it doth discover and sorbid it, but doth not give power to subdue.
(pp. 21-22)",,24428,"","""The Interpreter answered; This Parlor is the heart of a Man that was never sanctified by the sweet Grace of the Gospel: The dust, is his Original Sin, and inward Corruptions that have defiled the whole Man; He that began to sweep at first, is the Law; but She that brought water, and did sprinkle it, is the Gospel.""","",2014-09-02 15:25:17 UTC,""
8024,"",Reading,2014-09-02 15:26:11 UTC,"The Interpreter answered, This fire is the work of Grace that is wrought in the heart; he that casts Water upon it, to extinguish and put it out, is the Devil: but in that thou seest the fire notwithstanding burn higher and hotter, thou shalt also see the reason of that: So he had him about to the back side of the Wall, where he saw a Man with a Vessel of Oyl in his hand, of the which he did also continually cast, but secretly, into the fire. Then said Christian, What means this? The Interpreter answered, This is Christ, who continually with the Oyl ofhis Grace, maintains the work already begun in the heart; By the means of which, notwithstanding what the Devil can do, the souls of his People' prove gracious* still. And in that thou sawest, that the Man stood behind the Wall to maintain the fire; this is to teach thee, that it is hard for the tempted to see how this work of Grace is maintained in the soul.
(pp. 25-26)",,24429,"","""The Interpreter answered, This fire is the work of Grace that is wrought in the heart; he that casts Water upon it, to extinguish and put it out, is the Devil.""","",2014-09-02 15:26:11 UTC,""