text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"FITZ.
I have a kind of movement, still, for Wilford,
I cannot conquer. What can be this charge
Sir Edward brings against him?--Should the boy
Prove guilty!--well; why should I pity guilt?
Philosophers would call me driv'ler.--Let them.
Whip a deserter, and philosophy
Stands by, and says he merits it. That's true:--
But wherefore should philosophy take snuff,
When the poor culprit writhes? A plague on stoicks!
I cannot hoop my heart about with iron,
Like an old beer-butt. I would have the vessel
What some call weak:--I'd have it ooze a little.
Better compassion should be set abroach.
'Till it run waste, then let a system-monger
Bung it with Logick; or a trencher cap
Bawl out his ethics on it, 'till his thunder
Turns all the liquor sour.--So! Here he comes!",2013-11-26 04:24:22 UTC,"""A plague on stoicks! / I cannot hoop my heart about with iron, / Like an old beer-butt""",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene ii",Stoicism,,Metal,•INTEREST,"Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",15630,5877
"VAL.
'Twere a vain attempt--Ignorance has set her stamp upon him--his mind seared to every virtuous impression--his heart flint, and his temper moved by the slightest breath; and when irritated, 'tis like the conflagration of a world.",2009-09-14 19:44:36 UTC,"""Ignorance has set her stamp upon him--his mind seared to every virtuous impression--his heart flint, and his temper moved by the slightest breath""",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene iii","",,"",•I've included twice: Stamp and Flint,"Searching ""mind"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Drama)",15773,5933
" WALLENSTEIN (stops and turns himself round).
Are ye not like the women, who forever
Only recur to their first word, although
One had been talking reason by the hour!
Know, that the human being's thoughts and deeds
Are not like ocean billows, blindly moved.
The inner world, his microcosmus, is
The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally.
They grow by certain laws, like the tree's fruit--
No juggling chance can metamorphose them.
Have I the human kernel first examined?
Then I know, too, the future will and action.
(II.iii)
[Wallenstein. (bleibt stehen und kehrt sich um)
Seid ihr nicht wie die Weiber, die beständig
Zurück nur kommen auf ihr erstes Wort,
Wenn man Vernunft gesprochen stundenlang!
—Des Menschen Taten und Gedanken, wißt!
Sind nicht wie Meeres blind bewegte Wellen.
Die innre Welt, sein Mikrokosmus, ist
Der tiefe Schacht, aus dem sie ewig quellen.
Sie sind notwendig, wie des Baumes Frucht,
Sie kann der Zufall gaukelnd nicht verwandeln.
Hab ich des Menschen Kern erst untersucht,
So weiß ich auch sein Wollen und sein Handeln.
]",2013-04-22 16:27:47 UTC,"""The inner world, his microcosmus, is / The deep shaft, out of which they spring eternally.""",2013-04-22 16:27:18 UTC,"Act II, scene iii","",,"","","Reading Katrin Pahl, Tropes of Transport: Hegel and Emotion (Northwestern UP, 2012), p. 235n.",20134,7379