"Nor durst he say that ought he saw was wrong, / For Fear, his master Passion, ty'd his Tongue."
— Ogle, George (1704-1746)
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for J. and R. Tonson
Date
1741
Metaphor
"Nor durst he say that ought he saw was wrong, / For Fear, his master Passion, ty'd his Tongue."
Metaphor in Context
The glad Assembly eccho'd their Consent,
And in the Multitude tumultuous went;
The Squire commands, the fair Provision looks,
And some the Butlers names, and some the Cooks:
While others round the wide Pavilions stray,
And all the Beauties of the Place survey;
At length the breakfast Bell is heard to sound,
The Cloath is spread, the social Bowl is crown'd!
A splendid Dinner next adorns the Board,
With all the Pomp of English Plenty stor'd;
Not the luxurious Whims of modern Date,
The Bane of Health, the Poison of the Great!
By whose Effects Nobility we trace,
The dwindling Product of a wanton Race;
But manly Food that hardy Warriors bred,
Who greatly triumph'd, or who nobly bled!
So well the Master had dispos'd the Feast,
The Company to part seem'd not in haste;
At Ev'n the sparkling Cup allur'd the Eye,
The Joke was rais'd--and rural Wit ran high.
Seven Days had Ceres chear'd the jolly Band!
Seven Nights had Bacchus wav'd his ruddy Brand!
As season'd with Delight the Moments flew,
And still the Entertainment seem'd as new.
Up in a little Turret lay the Knight,
Devoid of Service and consum'd with Spite!
Nor durst he say that ought he saw was wrong,
For Fear, his master Passion, ty'd his Tongue.
And in the Multitude tumultuous went;
The Squire commands, the fair Provision looks,
And some the Butlers names, and some the Cooks:
While others round the wide Pavilions stray,
And all the Beauties of the Place survey;
At length the breakfast Bell is heard to sound,
The Cloath is spread, the social Bowl is crown'd!
A splendid Dinner next adorns the Board,
With all the Pomp of English Plenty stor'd;
Not the luxurious Whims of modern Date,
The Bane of Health, the Poison of the Great!
By whose Effects Nobility we trace,
The dwindling Product of a wanton Race;
But manly Food that hardy Warriors bred,
Who greatly triumph'd, or who nobly bled!
So well the Master had dispos'd the Feast,
The Company to part seem'd not in haste;
At Ev'n the sparkling Cup allur'd the Eye,
The Joke was rais'd--and rural Wit ran high.
Seven Days had Ceres chear'd the jolly Band!
Seven Nights had Bacchus wav'd his ruddy Brand!
As season'd with Delight the Moments flew,
And still the Entertainment seem'd as new.
Up in a little Turret lay the Knight,
Devoid of Service and consum'd with Spite!
Nor durst he say that ought he saw was wrong,
For Fear, his master Passion, ty'd his Tongue.
Provenance
Searching HDIS for "master passion"
Citation
At least 3 entries in ECCO and ESTC (1741, 1742, 1795).
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales of Chaucer, Modernis'd by Several Hands. Publish'd by Mr. Ogle, 3 vols. (London: J. and R. Tonson, 1741). <Link to ESTC><Link to ECCO>
Geoffrey Chaucer, The Canterbury Tales of Chaucer, Modernis'd by Several Hands. Publish'd by Mr. Ogle, 3 vols. (London: J. and R. Tonson, 1741). <Link to ESTC><Link to ECCO>
Theme
Ruling Passion
Date of Entry
06/01/2004
