text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
"LILLI
Hear'st thou--Poor Ada! Look at her. Is she not beautiful as the flower Gloriosa? and she is still more good than beautiful.--—Fy! you are horrid people! we lacerate our bodies; you, your souls.---We believe that the scars on our faces add to our beauty; you consider your vices as ornaments.---Which ought to reprove the other?
(I.vii, p. 40)",2011-07-27 19:07:21 UTC,"""Fy! you are horrid people! we lacerate our bodies; you, your souls.---We believe that the scars on our faces add to our beauty; you consider your vices as ornaments.""",2011-07-27 19:07:21 UTC,"Act I, scene vii","",,"","",Reading,19022,7034
"ADA
None! You cannot wash my face white, or I his conscience. This is over. No floods of tears can efface a letter in the book of destiny. Necessity produces tranquillity. I am tranquil.--My future days were in a mist, I shuddered; the mist dispersed and I smiled, for Death walked forth from the cloud.
(III.vi, p. 123)",2011-07-27 19:16:58 UTC,"""None! You cannot wash my face white, or I his conscience.""",2011-07-27 19:16:58 UTC,"Act III, scene vi","",,"","",Reading,19028,7034