id,dictionary,theme,reviewed_on,metaphor,created_at,provenance,comments,work_id,text,context,updated_at 16577,"","",,""No idle whims, no vapours fill'd her brain, / But Prudence for her youthful guide she took, / And Goodness, which no earthly vice could stain, / Dwelt in her mind; she was ne proud I ween or vain.""",2003-11-24 00:00:00 UTC,HDIS (Poetry),"•Sambrook classifies the second as a stanza of doubtful authority. It was first printed by Nicholas (1830), ii 57, with a note explaining that it ""was introduced, in the edition of 1746"" (p. 321).
•Notice also that Goodness may dwell in the mind.",6269,"Their only labour was to kill the time;
  (And labour dire it is, and weary woe)
  They sit, they loll, turn o'er some idle rhyme;
  Then, rising sudden, to the glass they go,
  Or saunter forth, with tottering step and slow:
  This soon too rude an exercise they find;
  Straight on the couch their limbs again they throw,
  Where hours on hours they sighing lie reclined,
And court the vapoury god, soft breathing in the wind.
(Canto I, ll. 640-8, p. 196)

[And then, this stanza followed in 1746 edition?]

One nymph there was, methought, in bloom of May,
On whom the idle Fiend glanced many a look,
In hopes to lead her down the slippery way
To taste of Pleasure's deep deceitful brook:
No virtues yet her gentle mind forsook:
No idle whims, no vapours fill'd her brain,
But Prudence for her youthful guide she took,
And Goodness, which no earthly vice could stain,
Dwelt in her mind; she was ne proud I ween or vain
.
(Canto I, p. 320)","",2013-06-20 21:01:45 UTC