"O, 'tis confess'd; / And howsoe're my Tongue has plaid the Braggart, / She Reigns more fully in my Soul than ever: / She Garrisons my Breast, and Mans against me / Even my own Rebel thoughts, with thousand Graces, / Ten thousand Charms, and new discover'd Beauties."

— Lee, Nathaniel (1653-1692)


Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed by R. E. for R. Bentley
Date
1680
Metaphor
"O, 'tis confess'd; / And howsoe're my Tongue has plaid the Braggart, / She Reigns more fully in my Soul than ever: / She Garrisons my Breast, and Mans against me / Even my own Rebel thoughts, with thousand Graces, / Ten thousand Charms, and new discover'd Beauties."
Metaphor in Context
BORGIA.
O, 'tis confess'd;
And howsoe're my Tongue has plaid the Braggart,
She Reigns more fully in my Soul than ever:
She Garrisons my Breast, and Mans against me
Even my own Rebel thoughts, with thousand Graces,
Ten thousand Charms, and new discover'd Beauties.

O! hadst thou seen her when she lately blest me,
What tears, what looks, and languishings she darted;
Love bath'd himself in the distilling Balm:
And oh the subtle God has made his entrance
Quite through my heart; he shouts and triumphs too,
And all his Cry is Death, or Bellamira.

(II.i, p. 24)
Provenance
Reading Clarissa, p. 742 in Penguin edition
Citation
Cæsar Borgia; Son of Pope Alexander the Sixth: a Tragedy Acted at the Duke's Theatre by Their Royal Highnesses Servants. Written by Nat. Lee. (London: Printed by R. E. for R. Bentley, and M. Magnes, 1680).
Date of Entry
11/12/2013

The Mind is a Metaphor is authored by Brad Pasanek, Assistant Professor of English, University of Virginia.