work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3689,Dualism,"Searching ""soul"" and ""allay"" (for ""alloy"") in HDIS (Drama)",2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"TOWERS.
Heaven suffer'd more in that then you, or I: Wherefore have I been faithful to my trust, true to my Love, and tender to th' opprest? Am I condemn'd to be the second man, who e'r complain'd, he vertue serv'd in vain? But dry your tears, these sufferings all are mine. Your breast is white, and cold as falling Snow. You still as fragrant as your Eastern Groves; and your whole frame as innocent, and holy, as if your being were all soul and spirit, without the gross allay of flesh and bloud. Come to my arms again.",,9554,"","""[Y]our whole frame [is] as innocent, and holy, as if your being were all soul and spirit, without the gross allay of flesh and bloud""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:18 UTC,"Act IV, scene iv"
3695,"","Searching ""thought"" and ""allay"" (for ""alloy"") in HDIS (Drama)",2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"What though 't has been the Genius of this Age,
Tame Pegasus to fetter on the Stage;
T' imprison in close Rimes, well-govern'd Rage?
Alas 'tis easier much for them in France,
The English do but Walk, when Frenchmen Dance,
Rhyme comes to them by Nature, Wit by Chance.
Rhyme is a cheating Vapour, which unseen
Ill Poets, like ill Spirits, pass between
To good Wits but a shade, to bad a Skreen.
Then since our Heroes rowz'd with French Allarms,
Have beat the Mounsieurs at their own slight Arms,
With lofty Sence, in Verses gingling Charms.
Our Poet hope's you'll not expect to day,
T'have all his down-right thoughts drest up so gay,
If his Coyn chinks too much, you'll doubt allay.
But oh! the hungry Critick longs to bait
And thinks, like Men on Scaffolds, we Dilate
Preaching to stop irrevocable Fate.
Lean Wit! who like some indigesting Eater
With Wolf in's Stomach, preys on all fresh Matter
By his ingrateful Gutt, ne'r made the fatter.
No no, our Author hopes you will excuse
The yielding Parlies of his Virgin Muse.
Who learns to Court, practising to refuse.
For Modesty's the Daughter of Desire
An Artificial Ice that's made by Fire.
That does at first deny, at last require.
Pardon the struglings of his Maiden Pen.
Imbrace her briskly, the first time, and then
She'll never leave you, till you do't agen.",,9568,•I've included twice: Alloy and Coin,"""Our Poet hope's you'll not expect to day, / T'have all his down-right thoughts drest up so gay, / If his Coyn chinks too much, you'll doubt allay.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:19 UTC,Front Matter
3697,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"[A great noyse again.]
Enter Hectorio, Alonzo, Gonzalox, Quakero.
ALON.
Good friend, stand to thy tackling, and play the Man: where's Mother Stephania.
HECT.
Pry'thee old Goat tye up thy Clack, and move thy hands.
QUAK.
Friend, friend, look thee, bridle thy unruly member--to wit, thy tongue.
HECT.
Work, work, my hearts of Gold.",2009-01-20,9569,"","""Work, work, my hearts of Gold.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:19 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
3715,"",Text sent by John Richetti to the C18 Listserv,2006-10-10 00:00:00 UTC,"ALEX
O thou vile creature! bear thee from my sight,
And thank Statira that thou art alive:
Else thou hadst perish'd; yes, I wou'd ha' rent
With my just hands that Rock, that Marble heart;
I wou'd have div'd through Seas of bloud to find it,
To tear the cruel Quarry from its Center.
(V, ll. 196-201)",,9609,•I've included twice: Rock and Marble,"""I wou'd ha' rent / With my just hands that Rock, that Marble heart; / I wou'd have div'd through Seas of bloud to find it, / To tear the cruel Quarry from its Center.""","",2013-10-13 14:13:03 UTC,Act V
3719,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"PLOD.
Adde, if you please, a person in my sense most lovely, joyn'd to a quick and taking spirit, yet even such a soul, may like a Diamond that's set too narrow in the finest Gold, straiten its lustre. Am I right, Madam?",2009-01-20,9613,"","""[Y]et even such a soul, may like a Diamond that's set too narrow in the finest Gold, straiten its lustre.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:21 UTC,Act the Last
3733,"",Searching HDIS,2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"BEVER.
Come to my bosom, thou art mine again--all--all my own, and shalt be so for ever--for from this moment, all base drossy thoughts, that soil'd the life and lustre of my Judgement, shall vanish; and instead of those, thy Beauty, Love, Constancy, and Wit, shall crown my heart--blot from thy breast my faults, and let our union teach the Wild, Roving, and inconstant World, how they should Live and Love, my dearest Creature.",,9649,"•Dross need not be associated with metal, but is often... OED 1. gives ""The scum, recrement, or extraneous matter thrown off from metals in the process of melting"". But also dregs from oil, wine, corn chaff, etc. ","Alll ""base drossy thoughts, that soil'd the life and lustre of [one's] Judgement may vanish",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:22 UTC,"Act V, scene v"
3746,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"CAPT.
After this, Sir, the Hare luff't, and the Dogs weatherd her agen; and then a stiff gale blowing, she bore swiftly round us, and we went after large Top-sails a trip, though one of our hearts of Gold making a shot at her, rak'd her fore and aft; then, Sir, springing a Leak, she bore down to the hedge; and there powdering in, we all boarded her: but, as the Devil would have it, my horse running swiftly a-head, Gads bud, I tumbled over-board.",2009-02-21,9675,Stripped out bolding typo,"""[S]he bore swiftly round us, and we went after large Top-sails a trip, though one of our hearts of Gold making a shot at her, rak'd her fore and aft.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:24 UTC,"Act II, scene i"
3821,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"D. ANTON.
This plaguee Jilt has undone me: what shall I do; she has quite ruin'd my Intrigue, unless I instantly prevent it, hah--here she comes--Down haughty thoughts and tongue, now do your office, Charm her with tender and obliging words, and make her heart like Gold within a Furnace; Melt down before the Language of my Love.",2009-03-23,9842,"","""Charm her with tender and obliging words, and make her heart like Gold within a Furnace; Melt down before the Language of my Love.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:31 UTC,"Act IV, scene ii"
3839,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"MERRY.
What, a whole three days! Thou hast a Heart of Iron.",,9875,"","""Thou hast a Heart of Iron.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:32 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
3867,Dualism,"Searching ""mind"" and ""gold"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"The lab'ring Bee, when his sharp Sting is gone,
Forgets his Golden Work, and turns a Drone:
Such is a Satyr, when you take away
That Rage, in which his Noble Vigour lay.
What gain you, by not suffering him to teize ye?
He neither can offend you, now, nor please ye.
The Honey-bag, and Venome, lay so near,
That both, together, you resolv'd to tear;
And lost your Pleasure, to secure your Fear.
How can he show his Manhood, if you bind him
To box, like Boys, with one Hand ty'd behind him?
This is plain levelling of Wit; in which
The Poor has all th' advantage, not the Rich.
The Blockhead stands excus'd; for wanting Sense;
And Wits turn Blockheads in their own defence.
Yet, though the Stages Traffick is undone,
Still Julian's interloping Trade goes on:
Though Satyr on the Theatre you smother,
Yet in Lampoons, you Libel one another.
The first produces still, a second Jig;
You whip 'em out, like School-boys, till they gig:
And, with the same success, we Readers guess;
For, ev'ry one, still dwindles to a less.
And much good Malice, is so meanly drest,
That we wou'd laugh, but cannot find the Jest.
If no advice your Rhiming Rage can stay,
Let not the Ladies suffer in the Fray.
Their tender Sex, is priviledg'd from War;
'Tis not like Knights, to draw upon the Fair.
What Fame expect you from so mean a Prize?
We wear no murd'ring Weapons, but our Eyes.
Our Sex, you know, was after yours design'd;
The last Perfection of the Makers mind:
Heav'n drew out all the Gold for us, and left your Dross behind.
Beauty, for Valours best Reward, He chose;
Peace, after War; and after Toil, Repose.
Hence ye Prophane; excluded from our sights;
And charm'd by Day, with Honour's vain delights,
Go, make your best of solitary Nights.
Recant betimes, 'tis prudence to submit:
Our Sex, is still your Overmatch, in Wit:
We never fail, with new, successful Arts,
To make fine Fools of you; and all your Parts.",,10001,"","""Our Sex, you know, was after yours design'd; / The last Perfection of the Makers mind: / Heav'n drew out all the Gold for us, and left your Dross behind.""",Metal,2013-06-18 13:26:20 UTC,Prologue