work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3768,"","Searching ""rule"" and ""reason"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Whether it be fair or just,
Men, more than Brutes, continual Lust?
How does Reason rule the Rost.
When Lasciviousness rides Post?
They couple only for a Brood,
Men for every wanton Mood.
They take their times for Generation,
Men at all times without Moderation.
",,9714,•I've included twice: in Government and in Animals.,"Reason may (not) ""rule the Rost""","",2009-09-14 19:34:25 UTC,Listed under Minor Burlesques and Travesties
3768,"",Searching HDIS (Poetry),2004-06-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Whether it be fair or just,
Men, more than Brutes, continual Lust?
How does Reason rule the Rost.
When Lasciviousness rides Post?
They couple only for a Brood,
Men for every wanton Mood.
They take their times for Generation,
Men at all times without Moderation.
",,9716,
,""" How does Reason rule the Rost. / When Lasciviousness rides Post?""","",2009-09-14 19:34:26 UTC,Listed under Minor Burlesques and Travesties
3768,Blank Slate,"Searching ""soul"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Saturnus expell'd by his Son a long Spatium,
For fear of a Rebel lay hid in Latium.
Nero's Quinquennium was a Calm,
It turn'd into Blood, that was formerly Balm.
Many a Lye, many a Fable,
Is engrav'd on the Souls Razed Table.
Mensa Philosophica was full of good Fare;
But Coena Pontificia was the most Rare.
",,9718,I've included twice: Engraving and Table,"""Many a Lye, many a Fable, / Is engrav'd on the Souls Razed Table.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:26 UTC,Listed under Minor Burlesques and Travesties
3768,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Physian Fields are aloft in the Moon,
The Sophister was up too soon.
Pythagoras saw Hesiod's Soul ty'd
To Brass-Pillars, wept and cry'd;
For fear like a new married Bride,
That had nothing to lose, beside
Her Maiden-head, which she could not hide.
And truly never was deny'd;
The Maid was willing, when she try'd;",,9721,"","""Pythagoras saw Hesiod's Soul ty'd / To Brass-Pillars, wept and cry'd;""",Fetters,2009-09-14 19:34:26 UTC,Listed under Minor Burlesques and Travesties
3856,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,"She's fair enough, only she wants the art
To set her Beauties off as they can doe,
And that's the cause she ne'er heard any woo,
Nor ever yet made conquest of a heart:
",,9906,"","""She's fair enough, only she wants the art / To set her Beauties off as they can doe, / And that's the cause she ne'er heard any woo, / Nor ever yet made conquest of a heart.""","",2009-12-29 15:15:36 UTC,"Part of a longer work titled Resolution in four Sonnets, of a Poetical Question put to me by a Friend, concerning four Rural Sisters."
3857,"","Searching ""conque"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-02-09 00:00:00 UTC,"And yet there is, there is one prize
Lock'd in an adamantine Breast;
Storm that then, Love, if thou be'st wise,
A Conquest above all the rest,
Her Heart, who binds all Hearts in chains,
Castanna's Heart untouch'd remains.",2011-05-26,9907,"•I've included twice: Conquest and Fetters
• Edited and multiplied metaphor categories","And yet there is, there is one prize / Lock'd in an adamantine Breast; / Storm that then, Love, if thou be'st wise, / A Conquest above all the rest, / Her Heart, who binds all Hearts in chains, / Castanna's Heart untouch'd remains.""",Fetters,2011-05-26 19:44:49 UTC,""
3858,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-06 00:00:00 UTC,"His noble Presence more perswasion finds,
Than his brave Words, not to be heard by all,
And gave a better stamp to all their Minds,
Than from the Tongue of Eloquence could fall,
""Nothing a Souldiers Resolution binds
""More, than Example in a General;
They all ambitious are, of their blind Fate,
And each Man thinks the time defer'd too late.
",,9909,"","A noble Presence can give ""a better stamp to all their Minds"" than would an eloquent tongue","",2009-09-14 19:34:34 UTC,""
3858,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""stamp"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-07 00:00:00 UTC,"The fury of this Storm Duke Brunswick bore,
Whom nor in Arms, nor Courage could defend:
But on his Heart the stamp of Death he wore,
No longer could Life's batter'd Fort contend,
He dying fell, embalm'd in his own gore,
To crown his actions with a glorious end,
On whom no barb'rous Enemy could confer,
Less than a high, immortal Character",,9910,"",""" But on his Heart the stamp of Death he wore""","",2009-09-14 19:34:34 UTC,""
3860,"","Searching ""breast"" and ""cabinet"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"I shall expect so great an interest
For such a Gift, as t'have that Gemam possest,
Not of your Cabinet, but of your Breast.",,9912,"","""For such a Gift, as t'have that Gemam possest, / Not of your Cabinet, but of your Breast.""",Rooms,2009-09-14 19:34:34 UTC,""
7097,"","Searching ""mind"" in Google Books",2011-09-20 16:34:14 UTC,"There is not so Disproportionate a Mixture in any Creature, as that is in Man, of Soul and Body. There is Intemperance, join'd with Divinity; Folly, with Severity; Sloth, with Activity; and Uncleanness, with Purity. But, a Good Sword is never the worse for an ill Scabbard. We are mov'd more by Imaginary Fears, than Truths; for Truth has a Certainty, and Foundation; but, in the other, we are expos'd to the Licence, and Conjecture of a distracted Mind; and our Enemies, are not more Imperious, than our Pleasures. We set our Hearts upon Transitory Things; as if they Themselves were Everlasting; or We, on the other side, to possess them for Ever. Why do we not rather advance our Thoughts to things that are Eternal, and contemplate the Heavenly Original of all Beings? Why do we not, by the Divinity of Reason, triumph over the Weaknesses of Flesh, and Blood? It is by Providence that the World is preserv'd; and not from any Virtue in the Matter of it; for the World is as Mortal as we are; only the Almighty Wisdom carries it safe through all the Motions of Corruption. And so by Prudence, Human Life it self may be prolong'd if we will but stint our selves in those Pleasures, that bring the greater part of us untimely to our End. Our Passions are nothing else but certain Disallowable Motions of the Mind; Sudden, and Eager; which, by Frequency, and Neglect, turn to a Disease; as a Distillation brings us first to a Cough, and then to a Phthisick. We are carry'd Up to the Heavens, and Down again into the Deep, by Turns; so long as we are govern'd by our Affections, and not by Virtue: Passion, and Reason, are a kind of Civil War within us; and as the one, or the other has Dominion, we are either Good, or Bad. So that it should be our Care, that the worst Mixture may not prevail. And they are link'd, like the Chain of Causes, and Effects, one to another. Betwixt violent Passion, and a Fluctuation, or Wambling of the Mind, there is such a Difference, as betwixt the Agitation of a Storm, and the Nauseous Sickness of a Calm. And they have all of them their Symptoms too, as well as our Bodily Distempers: They that are troubled with the Falling-Sickness, know when the Fit is a coming, by the Cold of the Extreme Parts; the Dazling of the Eyes; the Failing of the Memory; the Trembling of the Nerves, and the Giddiness of the Head: So that every Man knows his own Disease, and should provide against it. Anger, Love, Sadness, Fear, may be read in the Countenance; and so may the Virtues too. Fortitude makes the Eye Vigorous; Prudence makes it Intent; Reverence shews it self in Modesty; Joy, in Serenity; and Truth, in Openness, and Simplicity. There are sown the Seeds of Divine Things in Mortal Bodies. If the Mind be well Cultivated, the Fruit answers the Original; and, if not, all runs into Weeds. We are all of us Sick of Curable Diseases; And it costs us more to be Miserable, than would make us perfectly Happy. Consider the Peaceable state of Clemency, and the Turbulence of Anger; the Softness, and Quiet of Modesty, and the Restlessness of Lust. How cheap, and easie to us is the Service of Virtue, and how dear we pay for our Vices! The Sovereign Good of Man, is a Mind that subjects all things to it self; and is it self subject to nothing: His Pleasures are Modest, Severe, and Reserv'd; and rather the Sauce, or the Diversion of Life, than the Entertainment of it. It may be some Question, whether such a Man goes to Heaven, or Heaven comes to Him: For a good Man is Influenc'd, by God himself; and has a kind of Divinity within him. What if one Good Man Lives in Pleasure, and Plenty, and another in Want, and Misery? 'Tis no Virtue, to contemn Superfluities, but Necessities: And they are both of them Equally Good, though under several Circumstances, and in different Stations.
(pp. 474-476)",,19200,"","""It may be some Question, whether such a Man goes to Heaven, or Heaven comes to Him: For a good Man is Influenc'd, by God himself; and has a kind of Divinity within him.""","",2011-09-20 16:34:14 UTC,Epistle XXII.