text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id
Those raging storms of wrath That so bedym the eyes of thine intent.
(p. 85),2009-09-14 19:33:44 UTC,"""Those raging storms of wrath That so bedym the eyes of thine intent""",2005-11-22 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"","•From ""bedim, v."" c. fig. the mind, mental vision, memory, etc.
•I've included twice: Tempest and Eye.","Searching OED ""fig."" in the same section as ""mind."" Found in ""bedim, v.""",8739,3431
"THIRD CITIZEN
When clouds are seen, wise men put on their cloaks;
When great leaves fall, then winter is at hand;
When the sun sets, who doth not look for night?
Untimely storms make men expect a dearth.
All may be well, but if God sort it so
'Tis more than we deserve, or I expect.
SECOND CITIZEN
Truly the hearts of men are full of fear.
You cannot reason almost with a man
That looks not heavily and full of dread.
THIRD CITIZEN
Before the days of change still is it so.
By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust
Ensuing danger, as by proof we see
The water swell before a boist'rous storm.
But leave it all to God. Whither away?
(II.iii.32-45)",2009-09-14 19:33:46 UTC,"""By a divine instinct men's minds mistrust / Ensuing danger, as by proof we see / The water swell before a boist'rous storm.""",2003-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, scene iii.","",,"","",HDIS,8784,3452
"CLARENCE
Methought I had, and often did I strive
To yield the ghost, but still the envious flood
Stopped-in my soul and would not let it forth
To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring air,
But smothered it within my panting bulk,
Who almost burst to belch it in the sea.
BRACKENBURY
Awaked you not in this sore agony?
CLARENCE
No, no, my dream was lengthened after life.
O then began the tempest to my soul!
I passed, methought, the melancholy flood,
With that sour ferryman which poets write of,
Unto the kingdom of perpetual night.
The first that there did greet my stranger soul
(I.iv.36-48)",2009-09-14 19:33:46 UTC,"""Methought I had, and often did I strive / To yield the ghost, but still the envious flood / Stopped-in my soul and would not let it forth / To find the empty, vast, and wand'ring air, / But smothered it within my panting bulk, / Who almost burst to belch it in the sea.""",2003-08-07 00:00:00 UTC,"Act I, scene iv. Clarence dreams of drowning","",,"","•Are dreams figurative? REVISIT
•""Tempest"" isn't quite the correct category. ""Prison"" perhaps?",HDIS,8793,3452
"PETRUCCIO
Well, come, my Kate. We will unto your father's
Even in these honest, mean habiliments.
Our purses shall be proud, our garments poor,
For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich,
And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds,
So honour peereth in the meanest habit.
What, is the jay more precious than the lark
Because his feathers are more beautiful?
Or is the adder better than the eel
Because his painted skin contents the eye?
O no, good Kate, neither art thou the worse
For this poor furniture and mean array.
(IV.iii.167-78)",2009-09-14 19:34:00 UTC,"""For 'tis the mind that makes the body rich, / And as the sun breaks through the darkest clouds, / So honour peereth in the meanest habit.""",2003-07-29 00:00:00 UTC,"Act IV, scene iii. ","",2004-01-25,"",•I'm following MacDonald in treating the simile as connected to mind (10/9/2003). Interesting syntactical structure: mind and body are mapped onto sun and cloud and then onto honour and habit. PARADIGM.,HDIS; MacDonald's History of the Concept of Mind (276),9153,3547
"YORK
Now, York, or never, steel thy fearful thoughts,
And change misdoubt to resolution.
Be that thou hop'st to be, or what thou art
Resign to death; it is not worth th' enjoying.
Let pale-faced fear keep with the mean-born man
And find no harbour in a royal heart.
Faster than springtime showers comes thought on thought,
And not a thought but thinks on dignity.
My brain, more busy than the labouring spider,
Weaves tedious snares to trap mine enemies.
Well, nobles, well: 'tis politicly done
To send me packing with an host of men.
I fear me you but warm the starvèd snake,
Who, cherished in your breasts, will sting your hearts.
'Twas men I lacked, and you will give them me.
I take it kindly. Yet be well assured
You put sharp weapons in a madman's hands.
Whiles I in Ireland nurse a mighty band,
I will stir up in England some black storm
Shall blow ten thousand souls to heaven or hell,
And this fell tempest shall not cease to rage
Until the golden circuit on my head
Like to the glorious sun's transparent beams
Do calm the fury of this mad-bred flaw.
And for a minister of my intent,
I have seduced a headstrong Kentishman,
John Cade of Ashford,
To make commotion, as full well he can,
Under the title of John Mortimer.
In Ireland have I seen this stubborn Cade
Oppose himself against a troop of kerns,
And fought so long till that his thighs with darts
Were almost like a sharp-quilled porcupine;
And in the end, being rescued, I have seen
Him caper upright like a wild Morisco,
Shaking the bloody darts as he his bells.
Full often like a shag-haired crafty kern
Hath he conversèd with the enemy
And, undiscovered, come to me again
And given me notice of their villainies.
This devil here shall be my substitute,
For that John Mortimer, which now is dead,
In face, in gait, in speech, he doth resemble.
By this I shall perceive the commons' mind,
How they affect the house and claim of York.
Say he be taken, racked, and torturèd --
I know no pain they can inflict upon him
Will make him say I moved him to those arms.
Say that he thrive, as 'tis great like he will --
Why then from Ireland come I with my strength
And reap the harvest which that coistrel sowed.
For Humphrey being dead, as he shall be,
And Henry put apart, the next for me.
(III.i.331-383)",2009-09-14 19:34:00 UTC,"""Faster than springtime showers comes thought on thought, / And not a thought but thinks on dignity.""",2003-07-30 00:00:00 UTC,"Act III, scene i.","",,"","",HDIS,9165,3548
"SECOND SOLDIER
See, see, what showers arise,
Blown with the windy tempest of my heart,
Upon thy wounds, that kills mine eye and heart!
O, pity, God, this miserable age!
What stratagems, how fell, how butcherly,
Erroneous, mutinous, and unnatural,
This deadly quarrel daily doth beget!
O boy, thy father gave thee life too soon,
And hath bereft thee of thy life too late!
(II.v.85-94)",2009-09-14 19:34:01 UTC,"""See, see, what showers arise, / Blown with the windy tempest of my heart, / Upon thy wounds, that kills mine eye and heart!""",2003-08-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Act II, scene v.","",,"",•Note also the kills mine eye and heart. I have not created a separate entry for it.,HDIS,9180,3549
"WOLSEY
The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.
I know you have a gentle, noble temper,
A soul as even as a calm
(III.i.162-6)",2009-09-14 19:34:01 UTC,"""The hearts of princes kiss obedience,
So much they love it; but to stubborn spirits
They swell, and grow as terrible as storms.""",2003-10-08 00:00:00 UTC,"","",,"",REVISIT and check against text.,MacDonald's History of the Concept of Mind (267),9191,3551
"But, now that I think of it, it will be safer to condemn them one by one by name; for their authority is great and if not named they may be thought to be excepted. Nor would I have anyone suppose, seeing the hatred and fury with which they wage their internecine strife, that I have come to lend my support to one side or the other in this battle of ghosts and shadows. Come, then, let Aristotle be summoned to the bar, that worst of sophists stupefied by his own unprofitable subtlety, the cheap dupe of words. Just when the human mind, borne thither by some favouring gale, had found rest in a little truth, this man presumed to cast the closest fetters on our understandings. He composed an art or manual of madness and made us slaves of words. Nay more, it was in his bosom that were bred and nurtured those crafty triflers, who turned themselves away from the perambulation of our globe and from the light of nature and of history; who from the pliant material provided by his precepts and propositions, and relying on the restless agitation of their own wit, spun out for us the countless quibbles of the Schools. But he, their dictator, is more to blame than they. He still moved in the daylight of honest research when he fetched up his darksome idols from some subterranean cave, and over such observation of particulars as had been made spun as it were spiders' webs which he would have us accept as causal bonds, though they have no strength nor worth.
(p. 63)",2011-05-27 14:34:39 UTC,"""Just when the human mind, borne thither by some favouring gale, had found rest in a little truth, this man presumed to cast the closest fetters on our understandings.""",2010-04-14 18:31:39 UTC,"","",2011-06-27,Fetters,"",Reading,17781,6696
"PROSPERO
The charm dissolves apace,
And as the morning steals upon the night,
Melting the darkness, so their rising senses
Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle
Their clearer reason.--O good Gonzalo,
My true preserver, and a loyal sir
To him thou follow'st, I will pay thy graces
Home both in word and deed.--Most cruelly
Didst thou, Alonso, use me and my daughter.
Thy brother was a furtherer in the act.--
Thou art pinched for 't now, Sebastian.
(V.i, ll. 60-74)",2011-08-26 14:16:08 UTC,"""The charm dissolves apace, / And as the morning steals upon the night, / Melting the darkness, so their rising senses / Begin to chase the ignorant fumes that mantle / Their clearer reason.""",2011-08-26 14:16:08 UTC,"Act V, scene i","",,"","",Reading,19098,7072
"After this manner, Democritus of Abdera, that he might finde out the seate of anger and melancholy, cut in peeces the bodies of beasts, and when he was taxed of the Citizens for madnesse in so doing, he was by the censure and determination of Hippocrates, adiudged to be very wise and prudent. Go too then, is not he saide to know himselfe, who can tell how to temper and order the state and condition of his minde, howe to appease those ciuill tumults within himselfe, by the stormes and waues whereof he is pittifully tossed, and how to suppresse and appease those varieties of passions wherewith as it were with so manie furies he is vexed and tormented? But all this Anatomy doth verie plainly teach vs. For he that seeth and obserueth the whole body, which by the structure and putting together of sundry parts of diuers sorts and kinds, is (as it were) manifold & full of variety, to be made one by the continuation and ioyning of those parts; he that considereth the admirable simpathy of the parts, their mutuall consent and agreement, their common offices, or officiall administrations one for the helpe of another, how they make not any couetous reseruation to themselues, but do freely communicate each with other; such a man no doubt will so moderate and order the conditions and affections of his minde, as all things shal accord and ioyne in a mutuall agreement, and the inferiors shall obey the superiors, the passions obey the rule of right reason. He that shall diligently weigh and consider the vse of euery part, the fashion, scituation, and admirable workemanship of them all, as also, the Organs and Instruments of the outward sences, he shall easily perceiue how and after what manner he is to make vse of euery part; then which thing, what can be more excellent, what more profitable?
(I.v, pp. 12-13)
",2011-09-28 01:24:04 UTC,"""Go too then, is not he said to know himself, who can tell how to temper and order the state and condition of his mind, how to appease those civil tumults within himself, by the storms and waves whereof he is pitifully tossed, and how to suppress and appease those varieties of passions wherewith as it were with so many furies he is vexed and tormented?""",2011-09-28 01:24:04 UTC,"Book I, Chap. v","",,"","",Reading in EEBO,19221,3535