updated_at,id,text,theme,metaphor,work_id,reviewed_on,provenance,created_at,comments,context,dictionary
2009-09-14 19:42:35 UTC,15031,"LADY FLIPPANT SAVAGE
And wou'd you have me accessary to the ruin of a young creature?
CHEATERLY
There is no ruin intended;--I have open'd my mind to the lady,--Sir Buzzard is my friend, and I only solicit your interest; I would marry Constance.
LADY FLIPPANT SAVAGE
No ruin intended! could a greater curse befal a young creature than to marry you! --who are you, Sir?
CHEATERLY
Who am I, madam! a gentleman.
LADY FLIPPANT SAVAGE
I don't mean to asperse your birth, Sir; but is not your ruling passion play; your principal dependance cards and dice; your most intimate connections jockies, grooms, game-cocks, and race-horses? I am surprized you could look up to her.
CHEATERLY
My fortune and family entitle me to look up to any woman.",Ruling Passion,Play [gambling] may be a ruling passion,5617,,"Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,•First performed 2 April 1785.,Act I,""
2009-09-14 19:42:38 UTC,15049,"On seeing Miss YOUNGE in the Character of Lady Flippant Savage.
The two scenic Muses had long kept a distance,
And scorn'd of each other to borrow assistance;
Thalia was pert, and Melpomene proud,
And though of admirers they both had a croud;
Not two rival beauties on earth could be seen
More tortur'd with jealousy, envy and spleen:
Till Jove, to whom all the celestials submit,
In matters of Weight, or in matters of Wit,
Interpos'd his command, saying, henceforth agree,
United in friendship as Sisters should be;
And grant, as a pledge that your union's sincere,
Your mutual pow'rs to some favourite fair;
If one can be found amongst mortals below
Deserving the attributes you can bestow.
The Sisters obey'd; but unfix'd was their choice,
Till Minerva appearing with soul-moving voice:
While in scales of suspense both their fancies were hung,
Appeal'd to their senses, and pointed to Younge.
To Younge, where the smile-stealing comic we find,
With the soft, the sublime, and the graceful combin'd.
To Younge who can each diff'rent passion impart,
Who pleases the judgement, but conquers the heart,
And guided by Nature, is followed by Art.","","In the ""scales of suspense"" two fancies may be hung
",5617,,Searching HDIS,2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,•I've included the whole poem. ,Front Matter,""
2013-10-14 13:26:53 UTC,15050,"On seeing Miss YOUNGE in the Character of Lady Flippant Savage.
The two scenic Muses had long kept a distance,
And scorn'd of each other to borrow assistance;
Thalia was pert, and Melpomene proud,
And though of admirers they both had a croud;
Not two rival beauties on earth could be seen
More tortur'd with jealousy, envy and spleen:
Till Jove, to whom all the celestials submit,
In matters of Weight, or in matters of Wit,
Interpos'd his command, saying, henceforth agree,
United in friendship as Sisters should be;
And grant, as a pledge that your union's sincere,
Your mutual pow'rs to some favourite fair;
If one can be found amongst mortals below
Deserving the attributes you can bestow.
The Sisters obey'd; but unfix'd was their choice,
Till Minerva appearing with soul-moving voice:
While in scales of suspense both their fancies were hung,
Appeal'd to their senses, and pointed to Younge.
To Younge, where the smile-stealing comic we find,
With the soft, the sublime, and the graceful combin'd.
To Younge who can each diff'rent passion impart,
Who pleases the judgement, but conquers the heart,
And guided by Nature, is followed by Art.","","""To Younge, where the smile-stealing comic we find, / With the soft, the sublime, and the graceful combin'd. / To Younge who can each diff'rent passion impart, / Who pleases the judgement, but conquers the heart, / And guided by Nature, is followed by Art.""",5617,,Searching HDIS (Drama),2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"•I've included the whole poem.
Found again searching (11/15/2004)",Front Matter,Empire
2013-08-16 04:23:02 UTC,15081,"ANG.
Oh, that every heart was like mine, a stranger to dissimulation! Why is the countenance made a mask for the soul, when it should be a mirror, in which every eye might behold the true features of the mind, in the deformity of vice, or the loveliness of virtue!
(III.iii, p. 62)",Physiognomy,"""Why is the countenance made a mask for the soul, when it should be a mirror, in which every eye might behold the true features of the mind, in the deformity of vice, or the loveliness of virtue!""",5643,,"Searching ""mirror"" and ""soul"" in HDIS (Drama); found again searching in ECCO-TCP",2005-11-30 00:00:00 UTC,•I've included thrice: Mirror and Face and Mask,"Act III, scene iii",Mirror
2013-08-16 04:26:59 UTC,15086,"ANG.
Oh, that every heart was like mine, a stranger to dissimulation! Why is the countenance made a mask for the soul, when it should be a mirror, in which every eye might behold the true features of the mind, in the deformity of vice, or the loveliness of virtue!
(III.iii)","","""Oh, that every heart was like mine, a stranger to dissimulation!""",5643,,"Searching ""heart"" and ""stranger"" in HDIS (Drama)",2006-03-06 00:00:00 UTC,"","Act III, scene iii",Inhabitants
2009-09-14 19:42:46 UTC,15100,"COUNT PIERPONT
Monsieur Oldstock.
SIR OLIVER OLDSTOCK
Count Pierpoint, no apologies: I am not at all angry with you, nor do I entertain any suspicion of my wife--Love of admiration is her ruling passion; and as long as she lives, she'll fancy herself an object of that admiration.
COUNT PIERPONT
Vous savez très bien my passion pour Mademoiselle Harriet.
SIR OLIVER OLDSTOCK
I know every thing--I now see your view, in all this attention to Lady Oldstock: you imprudently made her your enemy, not knowing her character; but you have very wisely rectified your mistake.--You see, Count, I'm a keen old fellow; I haven't liv'd for nothing so many years in the world.
COUNT PIERPONT
Mon Dieu! vous etes un Machiavel.",Ruling Passion,Love of admiration may be a ruling passion,5649,,"Searching HDIS for ""ruling passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"•Play is ""Dedicated to Mrs. Montague."" First performed 18 November 1786.","Act IV, scene iv",""
2009-09-14 19:42:46 UTC,15102,"MAN.
That's a good hearing, faith! If he's fond of history, he must possess from nature a strong inquisitive mind under all this unpromising d'abord. Men, educated in a low sphere of life, however uncouthly they express themselves, often manifest a strong intellect; and on being put to the test, discover a fund of knowledge the better-educated man wou'd not expect from a slight acquaintance with them: I consider such minds like rich metals, as yet unpurify'd from alloy; but let it once be known that the ore is gold, and the refiner's hand will soon bring forth the bullion. --As you are fond of history, you have no doubt dipt into the histories of Greece and Rome?","","Uncouth men may have ""minds like rich metals, as yet unpurify'd from alloy; but let it once be known that the ore is gold, and the refiner's hand will soon bring forth the bullion""",5649,,"Searching ""mind"" and ""alloy"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"•Play is ""Dedicated to Mrs. Montague."" First performed 18 November 1786.
•INTEREST. USE IN ENTRY. Here the Metal metaphor is egalitarian. Contrast with Plato, et. al.
•DNB: ""Pilon's last piece, a comedy, He would be a Soldier, after being rejected by George Colman, was performed at Covent Garden on 18 November 1786, and achieved considerable success.""
•I've included twice: Alloy and Gold","Act II, scene ii",Metal
2012-01-06 18:55:19 UTC,19377,"CAPT. P.
If these pretty lasses come much in my way, I shall stand in need of all my constancy.
Air.--Captain.
Away ye giddy smiling throng,
Of tempting beauties fair and young;
My heart be true, altho' my tongue,
Shou'd sing of lovely Flora:
Or shou'd I gaze with fond desire,
Shou'd breath of roses fan the fire;
Or though I on a touch expire,
My soul is thine sweet Norah.
The bonds of Hymen o'er my mind,
My constant soul must ever bind;
To that dear woman left behind,
My kind, my tender Norah!
But, oh! I fear each mortal part,
Nay, e'en this true, this faithful heart,
Resistless to the Urchin's dart,
Shot by the eyes of Flora.
Illusive vapour, transient blaze,
Oh! vanish, while I wond'ring gaze;
But shine like Dian's silver rays,
My passion chaste for Norah:
Yet Hymen winks, and Venus smiles,
And passion ev'ry sense beguiles;
And Cupid with his thousand wiles
Assists my charming Flora.
(I.i)","","""The bonds of Hymen o'er my mind, / My constant soul must ever bind.""",7139,,"Searching ""bond"" and ""mind"" in HDIS (Drama)",2012-01-06 18:55:19 UTC,"","Act I, Scene i",Fetters
2012-06-29 16:14:34 UTC,19814,"MARY.
Dear heart! I am so fine, I hardly know myself.
[Surveying herself all round.]
Do, mother, put your hand upon my heart, it springs like a bird in my breast with joy. Lud! lud! what a power of handsome men are here at court;--then they are all so well dressed, and grin so pretty to shew their white teeth, and smell so sweet!
(II.2)","","""Do, mother, put your hand upon my heart, it springs like a bird in my breast with joy.""",7269,,"Searching ""heart"" and ""bird"" in HDIS (Drama)",2012-06-29 16:14:34 UTC,"","Act II, Scene ii",Beasts
2013-08-16 04:32:20 UTC,22182,"SONG.
Fickle youth thro' the garden of beauty may range,
And from fair one to fair one inconstantly change;
Like the bee, in the bell of the cowslip repose,
Steal a kiss from the lilly, then wing to the rose:
But should Hymen once happen thesspoiler to meet,
He compels him for life to enjoy the same sweet.
Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind,
That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd.
Mark the drop that distils from a cloud as it crost,
If it fall in the sea, how for ever 'tis lost:
And passion divided, like a spark will depart;
But when Hymen has six'd it, a flame lights the heart.
(I, p. 25)","","""Nor complain of hard fate; but imprint on your mind, / That true pleasures should be like rich odours confin'd.""",5643,,Searching in ECCO-TCP,2013-08-16 04:32:20 UTC,"",Act I,Impressions