text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"SIR JOHN.
And can you persist after this, my Lord?--don't --for my sake don't.--
LORD
A passion like mine, makes the heart rebellious--it will love on--it will hope, in spite of the rules cold reason dictates.
SIR JOHN
I know my uncle is impatient for my return, and therefore I cannot remain any longer here--but I am sorry to leave you--very sorry to leave you in this situation, indeed, my Lord--Now promise to get the better of your passion--it will make me much happier if you will.
LORD
I can promise nothing--why don't you go to your uncle?
SIR JOHN
I am going--I must go, or he'll never pardon it.
(II.i)",2013-03-23 20:52:39 UTC,"""A passion like mine, makes the heart rebellious--it will love on--it will hope, in spite of the rules cold reason dictates""",2004-06-22 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, Scene i","",,"","","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Drama)",15238,5710
"Conscious the mortal stamp is on thy breast,
O, Erskine! still an equal mind maintain,
That wild Ambition ne'er may goad thy rest,
Nor Fortune's smile awake thy triumph vain,
Whether thro' toilsome tho' renowned years
'Tis thine to trace the law's perplexing maze,
Or win the Sacred Seals, whose awful cares
To high decrees devote thy honour'd days.",2014-06-11 14:45:51 UTC,"""Conscious the mortal stamp is on thy breast.""",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,Opening Stanzas,"",,Impressions,•Dated October 1796
,"Searching ""stamp"" and ""breast"" in HDIS (Poetry)",16135,6104