id,comments,provenance,dictionary,created_at,reviewed_on,work_id,theme,context,updated_at,metaphor,text
11201,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),"",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,2011-11-24,4283,"","Act III, scene 3ii",2011-11-24 19:26:39 UTC,"""The Absence of an old Mistress makes room for a new one--Therefore I have blotted her from my Fancy, like a Painter that strikes one form out of his Cloth, to lay in another.""","ASP.
One Question more Sir--Have you quite forgot Fidelia.
SIR CHA.
The Absence of an old Mistress makes room for a new one--Therefore I have blotted her from my Fancy, like a Painter that strikes one form out of his Cloth, to lay in another.
ASP.
Sir, Consider, and don't run headlong thus to your own Destruction."
14711,"","Searching ""coin"" and ""fancy"" in HDIS (Poetry)",Coinage,2005-04-14 00:00:00 UTC,2007-04-26,5494,"","Act I, scene i",2013-08-16 18:49:50 UTC,"""Thy fears are the wild coinage of thy fancy.""","SOM.
What cause?--I told thee I had been disorder'd--
Thy fears are the wild coinage of thy fancy,
A subtle self-tormentor!
(I.i, p. 139)"
22235,"",Searching in Lion,"",2013-08-16 20:59:28 UTC,,5494,"","Act I, scene i",2013-08-16 20:59:28 UTC,"""That fiery thought / Glows in my breast; and as I weigh my wrongs, / I swell like Ætna, when her sulph'rous rage / Bursts o'er the earth, and rolls in floods of fire.""","NORTHAMPTON.
He did, nor think that I forget he did it:
My genius, baleful as a comet's blaze,
Hangs o'er his head, and burns with red revenge!
Nay, he's my rival too!--That fiery thought
Glows in my breast; and as I weigh my wrongs,
I swell like Ætna, when her sulph'rous rage
Bursts o'er the earth, and rolls in floods of fire.
(p. 120)"
22236,"",Searching in LION,"",2013-08-16 21:00:17 UTC,,5494,"","Act I, scene i",2013-08-16 21:00:17 UTC,"""But what is conscience?--a thin empty name, / That terrifies, like ghosts, by fancy rais'd.""","NORTHAMPTON.
Wisely, you call on rage for its assistance;
Justice would be too slow for your revenge,
And conscience bids us give it up for ever!
But what is conscience?--a thin empty name,
That terrifies, like ghosts, by fancy rais'd.
Ev'n the most brave use stratagems in war;
And what are plots against a private foe,
But self-defence?--the first great rule of nature!
(I.i, p. 122)"
22237,"",Searching in LION,"",2013-08-16 21:00:58 UTC,,5494,"","Act I, scene i",2013-08-16 21:00:58 UTC,"""This last night's blessing crown'd my warmest wish, / And kindling fancy from the thought takes fire!""","SOMERSET.
A kind good-morrow to my honour'd uncle!
Now fortune seems to smile in earnest on me;
This last night's blessing crown'd my warmest wish,
And kindling fancy from the thought takes fire!
Oh! my good lord! language gives way beneath it,
The painter's colours, and the poet's art
Cou'd touch but a faint image of my joys.
(I.i, p. 124)"
22238,"",Searching in LION,"",2013-08-16 21:01:55 UTC,,5494,"","Act II, scene i",2013-08-16 21:01:55 UTC,"""'Tis a warm thought, and fires the mounting soul!""","NORTHAMPTON.
'Tis a warm thought, and fires the mounting soul!
Revenge dares strike at every thing--
Rivers of blood mark out her smoaking way!
And kingdoms flame to give her triumphs lustre!
Welcome, dread vengeance!
(II.i, pp. 136-7)"
22239,"",Searching in ECCO-TCP,"",2013-08-16 21:33:01 UTC,,5494,"","Act II, scene i",2013-08-16 21:33:01 UTC,"""Alas, my lord! even harmony grows harsh! / Thought's out o'tune, discord has struck my ear, / And my soul jars within me.""","NORTHAMPTON.
Why are the bride and bridegroom thus retir'd?
Crouds of all ranks press in to join your pleasures!
And every instrument of music vies
To sound sweet notes, and swell the hours of love.
SOMERSET.
Alas, my lord! even harmony grows harsh!
Thought's out o'tune, discord has struck my ear,
And my soul jars within me.
(II.i, pp. 142-3)"
22240,"",LION,Animals,2013-08-16 21:34:24 UTC,,5494,"","Act II, scene i",2013-08-16 21:34:24 UTC,"""My lord, this seems th' extravagance of passion! / When anger rushes, unrestrain'd, to action, / Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way!""","NORTHAMPTON.
My lord, this seems th' extravagance of passion!
When anger rushes, unrestrain'd, to action,
Like a hot steed, it stumbles in its way!
The man of thought wounds deepest, and strikes safely;
Premeditation makes his vengeance sure!
And levels it directly to the mark.
(II.i, p. 143)"
22241,Fire metaphor answered with water metaphor...,LION,"",2013-08-16 21:48:35 UTC,,5494,"","Act III, scene i",2013-08-16 21:48:48 UTC,"""To gain the unbeliever to my wishes, / I stirr'd his temper with such cautious art, / That, ere his judgment cou'd exert its phlegm, / His blood took ferment from a warmth of passion: / Then, while his fi'ry spirit flam'd with rage, / In its full heat, I stamp'd it with revenge.""","NORTHAMPTON.
To gain the unbeliever to my wishes,
I stirr'd his temper with such cautious art,
That, ere his judgment cou'd exert its phlegm,
His blood took ferment from a warmth of passion:
Then, while his fi'ry spirit flam'd with rage,
In its full heat, I stamp'd it with revenge.
ELLOWAYS
The depth of wisdom flows, in all your actions,
Like a strong current, which, oppos'd by piles,
Works gently thro', and saps the mound unseen,
Till, gathering force, it pours resistless in,
And the bank floats before it--End you there?
(III.i, p. 147)"
22242,"",LION,Inhabitants,2013-08-16 21:50:18 UTC,,5494,"","Act III, scene i",2013-08-16 21:50:18 UTC,"""yet the soul, / Like a soft babe, inur'd to foolish fondness, / Is hard to wean from wailing.""","SOMERSET.
Ay, mention those, and I relapse to fury!
My restless thoughts drive round like veering winds,
Forgetful of their center!--yet the soul,
Like a soft babe, inur'd to foolish fondness,
Is hard to wean from wailing--Oh! forgive me:
'Tis the last struggle of expiring friendship.
(III.i, p. 149)"