id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
9671,"•I've included thrice: Engraving, Inscription, and Table
•INTEREST. SELF-AWARE. Metaphor of mind treated as such. Parker interested in denying innateness of Law of Nature.",Reading Yolton's Locke Dictionary (101),"",2005-03-28 00:00:00 UTC,,3747,"","",2009-09-14 19:34:23 UTC,"The Law of Nature has often been ""described and discoursed in metaphorical and allusive Expressions, such as Engravings, and Inscriptions, and the Tables of the Heart.""","the plain Account of it has been obscured by nothing more, then that it has alwaies been described and discoursed in metaphorical and allusive Expressions, such as Engravings, and Inscriptions, and the Tables of the Heart."
9872,"","Searching ""impression"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Impression,2005-05-15 00:00:00 UTC,,3837,"",I've included the entire poem,2009-09-14 19:34:32 UTC,"""Their thoughts or words can leave no mark behind; / Thy self dost make th' impression on thy mind.""","Wouldst thou enjoy an easie quiet mind,
Let thy own will to God's will be resign'd:
Follow his conduct, serve him with delight,
With Pious awe live still as in his sight:
Banish fond Dreams of earthly happiness,
With Prudence use the Goods thou dost possess.
To Proud and Sickly Fancy give no place,
But follow Nature over-ruled by Grace.
Nature craves little, Grace sometimes takes less;
Pride, Avarice and Lust demand excess.
Examine well all earthly things, and see
Thy love but to their worth proportion'd be.
Let no excess of Joy corrupt thy mind,
Pleasures too luscious leave a sting behind:
Regarding this World as a Travellers Stage,
Seek the delight but of a Pilgrimage;
Converse with thy own mind, get so much leisure
As oft to entertain thy self with pleasure,
Whom Crouds of Men and business still employ,
Such not themselves, nor Friends, nor God enjoy.
In all enjoyments most God's goodness taste,
In all designs make him the first and last.
Let Joys and Pains both quicken holy Love,
And earnest longings after God above.
Never depend on things without thy power,
Things which chance may, time quickly will devour.
Calmly forethink what evils may betide,
Not to torment thy self but to provide
Courage and Comfort which attend the Wise,
Whilst common changes are no great surprise.
To rule the outward World never design,
This is God's work, to rule thy Passions thine.
Doing thy part leave all to him who knows
How all events most wisely to dispose.
All thy desires make known to God in Prayer,
And then alone on God cast all thy care.
Mind not the World's opinion much, nor grow
Unhappy meerly 'cause Men think thee so:
Their thoughts or words can leave no mark behind;
Thy self dost make th' impression on thy mind.
If thou feel real smart, make it not more:
Anger and Grief do but increase the Sore.
Know that the greatest hurts are from within,
And misery proceeds only from Sin.
Sin above all things flee, and never cease,
Till thou with God thro' Christ hast made thy Peace:
And all thy Life pursue that innocence,
And usefulness which inward joyes dispence.
Grow in all Grace, chiefly in Holy Love
To God and Man, which fits for Heaven above:
In hope whereof rejoyce, and so partake
The first-fruits of those joys which Heaven do make;
Yea now the Soul that with his God doth dwell,
By Faith and Love, finds Heaven within a Cell.
Then wholly live on God, make him thy all,
With Faith and Patience waiting for Death's call.
Thy Soul thus fixt, nothing can much annoy,
Till God shall fix thee in eternal joy."
9877,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2005-07-19 00:00:00 UTC,,3840,Refinement,Stanza VII,2009-09-14 19:34:32 UTC,"The true christian's "" Soul [is] by Grace refin'd from drossie Earth, / From sordid Lusts and love of Sin / Made mindful of its own high Birth; / It will not be confin'd within / These narrow bounds of Matter and of Time""","But the true Christian free
From this ignoble painful slavery,
O're fear of Death has got the Victory,
And o're the love of Life and all that's here
Which this low Life to Mortals doth endear,
His Soul by Grace refin'd from drossie Earth,
From sordid Lusts and love of Sin,
Made mindful of its own high Birth;
It will not be confin'd within
These narrow bounds of Matter and of Time,
But up into Eternity will clime,
With wings of Faith and fervent Love doth soar
To the Æthereal Regions there to share
Those Glories which our Lord is gone before
For all his faithful Followers to prepare:
Our Lord who drove away dark shades of Night,
Brought Life and Immortality to light,
And with that darkness banisht fear,
And by that Light our minds did chear;
The Christian he doth teach to wait,
And long for Death that shall translate
His Soul to its most blissful State;
And makes him patient to endure
The cares of Life, or miseries of old Age,
Even when the torturing Stone, the Gout or Colick rage,
He bears with courage what he cannot cure."
9880,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),"",2005-11-14 00:00:00 UTC,,3840,"",Stanza IV.,2011-11-24 18:57:00 UTC,"""Yet sure we think 'em sensless stories, / The pageantry of some distempered Head, / Which fancies Pencil did delineate, / The broken visions of the living when they dream'd 'oth' dead.""","But though with all this pomp of words we prate,
And paint the happy glories
Which grace the triumphs of a future State;
Yet sure we think 'em sensless stories,
The pageantry of some distempered Head,
Which fancies Pencil did delineate,
The broken visions of the living when they dream'd 'oth' dead.
That we are so loth to die,
Proceeds from infidelity;
For whatsoe're the mighty Men of Sense,
Those skulls of Axiome and Philosophy,
By reasons Telescope pretend t' evince,
Beyond this World we can no other see,
And not to be
Worse than lifes greatest storm appears,
Than all its Hurricanes of hopes and fears;
So some baulkt Gamester who hath but one poor Stake
Left of his Stock, and knows not when he may
Get more to keep in play,
Does his last chance with trembling take,
And fain he would the fatal throw delay,
The Box once lost to him for ever's past away."
9881,"","Searching ""reason"" and ""telescope"" in HDIS (Poetry)","",2005-11-14 00:00:00 UTC,,3840,"",Stanza IV.,2009-09-14 19:34:33 UTC,"""For whatsoe're the mighty Men of Sense, / Those skulls of Axiome and Philosophy, / By reasons Telescope pretend t' evince, / Beyond this World we can no other see""","But though with all this pomp of words we prate,
And paint the happy glories
Which grace the triumphs of a future State;
Yet sure we think 'em sensless stories,
The pageantry of some distempered Head,
Which fancies Pencil did delineate,
The broken visions of the living when they dream'd 'oth' dead.
That we are so loth to die,
Proceeds from infidelity;
For whatsoe're the mighty Men of Sense,
Those skulls of Axiome and Philosophy,
By reasons Telescope pretend t' evince,
Beyond this World we can no other see,
And not to be
Worse than lifes greatest storm appears,
Than all its Hurricanes of hopes and fears;
So some baulkt Gamester who hath but one poor Stake
Left of his Stock, and knows not when he may
Get more to keep in play,
Does his last chance with trembling take,
And fain he would the fatal throw delay,
The Box once lost to him for ever's past away."
9886,"","Searching ""soul"" and ""guest"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Inhabitants,2006-03-13 00:00:00 UTC,,3844,"","",2009-09-14 19:34:33 UTC,"""His loveliness my Soul hath prepossest, / And left no room for any other guest:""","Whose Soul is once betroth'd, can ever he
From that engagement disobliged be?
The hearts, which love unites in loyal bands,
Are chain'd as fast, as by their tongues and hands.
Even thus am I in heart engag'd, my mind
Is firmly fixt, but on no Female-kind:
The blessed Jesus is my Lord, my Love;
He is my choice, from him I'll never move.
Away, then, all you objects that divert,
And seek to draw from my dear Lord my heart:
Go, Riches, Honours, Beauty, Bravery, go,
Tempt these mean Souls who nothing better know.
That uncreated Beauty, which hath gain'd
My ravisht Heart, hath all your glory stain'd;
His loveliness my Soul hath prepossest,
And left no room for any other guest:
Cease then with knockings to assault my Door,
Disturb not my repose, attempt no more
These gates which to the King of Glory be
Made to fly open, and to none but he.
For him I sigh, I wishly look, and long
To be releas'd from this ensnaring throng
Of poor bewildred Mortals, from whose sight
My Soul doth meditate a nobler flight
Into the Regions of eternal Joy,
Where nothing shall her blessful peace annoy;
There's her own home, her Country's there above,
That blessed Land of Life, of Light and Love;
There my dear Friends fled hence, with God are blest;
Thither are swiftly hasting all the rest;
There lives my Lord, and there I long to live,"