work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
4813,"",Searching HDIS (Poetry),2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC," But, since we never from the Breast of Fools
Can root their Passions, yet while Reason rules,
Let her hold forth her Scales with equal Hand,
Justly to punish, as the Crimes demand.",,12868,"•I don't think the following lines count as Rule of Reason...
• looked again... Why not, Brad? ","""But, since we never from the Breast of Fools / Can root their Passions, yet while Reason rules, / Let her hold forth her Scales with equal Hand, / Justly to punish, as the Crimes demand.""","",2013-07-16 22:18:20 UTC,"Book I, Satire iii"
4814,"","",2004-06-15 00:00:00 UTC,"A peevish Boy shall proffer'd Fruit despise;
""Take it, dear Puppy."" No, and yet he dies
If you refuse it. Does not this discover
The froward Soul of a discarded Lover,
Thus reasoning with himself? What! when thus slighted
Shall I return, return though uninvited?
Yes, he shall sure return and lingering wait
At the proud Doors he now presumes to hate.
""Shall I not go if she submissive send,
""Or here resolve, my Injuries shall end?
""Expell'd, recall'd, shall I go back again?
""No; let her kneel; for she shall kneel in vain.""
When lo! his wily Servant well reply'd,
Think not by Rule and Reason, Sir, to guide
What ne'er by Reason or by Measure move,
For Peace and War succeed by Turns in Love,
And while tempestuous these Emotions roll,
And float with blind Disorder in the Soul,
Who strives to fix them by one certain Rule,
May by right Rule and Reason play the Fool.",,12869,•Cross-reference: see the translation of these lines in Duncombe's Horace.,"""For Peace and War succeed by Turns in Love, / And while tempestuous these Emotions roll, / And float with blind Disorder in the Soul.""","",2013-07-16 22:19:41 UTC,"Book II, Satire iii"
4824,"","Searching ""paper"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-26 00:00:00 UTC,"If we, by Chance, that Thief Petillius name,
You, as your Custom is, defend his Fame.
""Petillius is my Friend; from early Youth
""Chearful we liv'd together, and in truth
""I have been much indebted to his Power,
""And I rejoice to find his Danger o'er.
""But, in the Name of Wonder be it said,
""At that same Trial how he sav'd his Head.""--
Such Rancour this, of such a poisonous Vein,
As never, never, shall my Paper stain:
Much less infect my Heart, if I may dare
For my own Heart, in any thing, to swear.
",,12901,•Cross-reference: see the translation of these lines in Philip Francis' Horace.,"""Such Rancour this, of such a poisonous Vein, / As never, never, shall my Paper stain: / Much less infect my Heart""","",2009-09-14 19:37:31 UTC,The First Book of the Satires of Horace
4846,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2006-01-18 00:00:00 UTC,"Rogues nightly rise to murder Men for Pelf,
Will you not rouse you to preserve yourself?
But though in Health you doze away your Days,
You run, when puff'd with dropsical Disease.
Unless you light your early Lamp, to find
A moral Book; unless you form your Mind
To nobler Studies, you shall forfeit Rest,
And Love or Envy shall distract your Breast.
For the hurt Eye an instant Cure you find;
Then why neglect, for Years, the sickening Mind?",,12933,"","""For the hurt Eye an instant Cure you find; Then why neglect, for Years, the sickening Mind?""",Eye,2009-09-14 19:37:33 UTC,The First Book of the Epistles of Horace