updated_at,reviewed_on,context,comments,theme,id,text,provenance,created_at,work_id,metaphor,dictionary
2011-12-19 13:37:46 UTC,,"Act II, Scene i","","",19357,"MIRABELL
I have something more--Gone--Think of you! To think of a Whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a Whirlwind, were a Case of more steady Contemplation; a very tranquility of Mind and Mansion. A Fellow that lives in a Windmill, has not a more whimsical Dwelling than the Heart of a Man that is lodg'd in a Woman. There is no Point of the Compass to which they cannot turn, and by which they are not turn'd; and by one as well as another; for Motion not Method is their Occupation. To know this, and yet continue to be in Love, is to be made wise from the Dictates of Reason, and yet persevere to play the Fool by the force of Instinct--O here come my pair of Turtles--What, billing so sweetly! Is not Valentine 's Day over with you yet?
(II.i)",Reading,2011-12-19 13:37:46 UTC,3959,"""To think of a Whirlwind, tho' 'twere in a Whirlwind, were a Case of more steady Contemplation; a very tranquility of Mind and Mansion.""",""
2013-06-18 14:36:37 UTC,,"Act V, Scene i","","",20930,"FREEMAN
Nor had any, till I saw her Virtue! That gave the Wound. Beauty's the least prevailing Snare to me; tho' her great Soul makes me admire her Person; yet were she deform'd, Virtue, like the Sun, wou'd shine through every Cloud.
(V.i, p. 55)",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-18 14:36:37 UTC,3983,"""Beauty's the least prevailing Snare to me; tho' her great Soul makes me admire her Person; yet were she deform'd, Virtue, like the Sun, wou'd shine through every Cloud.""",""
2013-06-18 14:45:07 UTC,,"Act I, Scene i","","",20933,"FREEMAN
That's a Disease, which, like the Itch, Society spreads, and nothing but Experience cures; Conceit, like Wind, has seiz'd the empty Head, and Men convulsively strive to utter what they want a Fund of Brains to yeild: Wit, at the best, is but a sounding Production, which like Rime, or Musick, flashes the Ear, but peirces not the Understanding: But modern Wit has not that force, Illiterature makes it Discord, and want of Judgment improperly and prejudicially apply'd--The Courtier puns upon his Prince, and is kick'd out of his Place. The Poet wittily characterizes his Relations, and loses an Estate. The pert Terræ filius, at the University, thinks it dishonourable, if he is not expell'd the Colledge for abusing the Vice Chancelours. And the new fashion Citizen, that's more Beau than Tradesmen, will rather affront his Customers, than stifle a Jest, to lose the Reputation of a Wit.
(I.i, p. 2)",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-18 14:45:07 UTC,3983,"""Conceit, like Wind, has seiz'd the empty Head, and Men convulsively strive to utter what they want a Fund of Brains to yeild.""",Coinage
2013-07-17 03:55:08 UTC,,"Act II, scene ii","","",21844,"AXALLA.
With such unshaken Temper of the Soul
To bear the swelling Tide of prosp'rous Fortune,
Is to deserve that Fortune: In Adversity The Mind grows tough by buffeting the Tempest;
Which, in Success dissolving, sinks to Ease,
And loses all her Firmness.
(II.ii, pp. 18-9)",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:55:08 UTC,7548,"""In Adversity / The Mind grows tough by buffeting the Tempest; / Which, in Success dissolving, sinks to Ease, / And loses all her Firmness.""",""
2013-07-17 04:13:24 UTC,,"Act V, scene i","","",21854,"ARPASIA.
Sure 'tis a Horror, more than Darkness brings
That fit's upon the Night; Fate is abroad.
Some ruling Fiend hangs in the dusky Air,
And scatters Ruin, Death, and wild Distraction,
O'er all the wretched Race of Man below:
Not long ago, a Troop of ghastly Slaves
Rush't in, and forc't Moneses from my Sight;
Death hung so heavy on his drooping Spirits,
That scarcely could he say--Farewel--for ever.
And yet, methinks, some gentle Spirit whispers
Thy Peace draws near, Arpasia Sigh no more;
And see the King of Terrors is at hand;
His Minister appears.
[Enter Bajazet, and Haly.
BAJAZET. aside to Haly]
The rest I leave
To thy dispatch. For oh! My faithful Haly,
Another Care has taken up thy Master;
Spight of the high-wrought Tempest in my Soul,
Spight of the Pangs, which Jealousy has cost me;
This haughty Woman reigns within my Breast:
In vain I strive to put her from my Thoughts,
To drive her out with Empire, and Revenge:
Still she comes back like a retiring Tide,
That Ebbs a while, but strait returns again,
And swells above the Beach.
(V.i, p. 61)",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 04:13:24 UTC,7548,"""For oh! My faithful Haly, / Another Care has taken up thy Master; / Spight of the high-wrought Tempest in my Soul, / Spight of the Pangs, which Jealousy has cost me; / This haughty Woman reigns within my Breast: / In vain I strive to put her from my Thoughts, / To drive her out with Empire, and Revenge: / Still she comes back like a retiring Tide, / That Ebbs a while, but strait returns again, / And swells above the Beach.""",""
2013-07-18 18:13:58 UTC,,"Act I, scene i","","",21859,"ALTAMONT.
When, at your Intercession,
Last Night Calista yielded to my Happiness,
Just e'er we parted, as I seal'd my Vows
With Rapture on her Lips, I found her Cold,
As a dead Lover's Statue on his Tomb;
A rising storm of Passion shook her Breast,
Her Eyes a piteous show'r of Tears let fall,
And then she sigh'd as if her Heart were breaking.
With all the tend'rest Eloquence of Love
I beg'd to be a Sharer in her Grief;
But she, with Looks averse, and Eyes that froze me,
Sadly reply'd, her Sorrows were her own,
Nor in a Father's Pow'r to dispose of.
(I.i, p. 4)",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 18:13:58 UTC,7550,"""A rising storm of Passion shook her Breast, / Her Eyes a piteous show'r of Tears let fall, / And then she sigh'd as if her Heart were breaking.""",""
2013-07-18 18:16:10 UTC,,"Act I, scene i","","",21860,"LOTHARIO.
Oh 'twas great.
I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid,
Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes;
Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour,
Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking.
Within her rising Bosom all was calm,
As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only
Are gently lifted up and down by Tides.
I snatch'd the glorious, golden Opportunity,
And with prevailing, youthful Ardour prest her,
'Till with short Sighs, and murmuring Reluctance,
The yielding Fair one gave me perfect Happiness.
Ev'n all the live-long Night we past in Bliss,
In Extacies too fierce to last for ever;
At length the Morn and cold Indifference came;
When fully sated with the luscious Banquet,
I hastily took leave, and left the Nymph
To think on what was past, and sigh alone.
(I.i, pp. 5-6)",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 18:16:10 UTC,7550,"""I found the Fond, Believing, Love-sick Maid, / Loose, unattir'd, warm, tender, full of Wishes; / Fierceness and Pride, the Guardians of her Honour, / Were charm'd to Rest, and Love alone was waking. / Within her rising Bosom all was calm, / As peaceful Seas that know no Storms, and only / Are gently lifted up and down by Tides.""",Inhabitants
2013-07-18 18:19:42 UTC,,"Act I, scene i","","",21862,"LOTHARIO.
Ev'n as the Earth,
When, (Winds pent up, or eating Fires beneath
Shaking the Mass) she labours with Destruction.
At first her Rage was dumb, and wanted Words,
But when the Storm found way, 'twas wild and loud.
Mad as the Priestess of the Delphick God,
Enthusiastick Passion swell'd her Breast,
Enlarg'd her Voice, and ruffled all her Form;
Proud, and disdainful of the Love I profferr'd,
She call'd me Villain! Monster! Base! Betrayer!
At last, in very bitterness of Soul,
With deadly Imprecations on her self,
She vow'd severely ne'er to see me more;
Then bid me fly that minute; I obey'd,
And bowing left her to grow cool at leisure.
(I.i, pp. 6-7)",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 18:19:42 UTC,7550,"""At first her Rage was dumb, and wanted Words, / But when the Storm found way, 'twas wild and loud. / Mad as the Priestess of the Delphick God, / Enthusiastick Passion swell'd her Breast, / Enlarg'd her Voice, and ruffled all her Form.""",""
2013-07-18 21:25:46 UTC,,"Act II, scene i","",Stream of Consciousness,21867,"LUCILLA.
Trust not to that;
Rage is the shortest Passion of our Souls,
Like narrow Brooks that rise with sudden Show'rs,
It swells in haste, and falls again as soon;
Still as it ebbs the softer Thoughts flow in,
And the Deceiver Love supplies its place.
(II.i, p. 14)",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 21:25:46 UTC,7550,"""Trust not to that; / Rage is the shortest Passion of our Souls, / Like narrow Brooks that rise with sudden Show'rs, / It swells in haste, and falls again as soon; / Still as it ebbs the softer Thoughts flow in, / And the Deceiver Love supplies its place.""",""
2014-03-12 18:15:37 UTC,,"","","",23664,"ARMANDO.
Cherish that Thought: By Heaven your Resolution
Transports my Soul with Joy!
A kind, a virtuous Wife waits your Embraces;
A Wife, who like a Turtle mourns the Absence
Of her dear Mate. Haste then, my Friend, to drive
That Cloud of Sorrow which o'recasts her Mind,
And, like the Sun, dispel her gloomy Thoughts.
(p. 16)",ECCO-TCP,2014-03-12 18:15:37 UTC,7842,"""Haste then, my Friend, to drive / That Cloud of Sorrow which o'recasts her Mind, / And, like the Sun, dispel her gloomy Thoughts.""",""