work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3353,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"And as the Grindstone to unpolish'd Steel
Gives Edge, and Lustre: so my Mind, I feel
VVhetted, and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel",,8626,•C-H takes from Poems and Translations(1961).,"""And as the Grindstone to unpolish'd Steel / Gives Edge, and Lustre: so my Mind, I feel / VVhetted, and glaz'd by Fortunes turning VVheel""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:33:40 UTC,Ethica
3601,"",Browsing in EEBO,2003-10-16 00:00:00 UTC,"From the second part of the difference in the definition ( viz. from moving other things) Thales argued, that the Load-stone, and Amber had soules; the first because it drawes Iron, the second Straw. He further (saith Laertius) asserted those things we count inoni|mate, to have souls, arguing it from the loadstone and Amber: the reason of which latter example, Aldobrandinu[...] falsely interprets its change of colour, and jarring as it were at poison: But Aristotle more plainly, for of those whom we mentioned, Thales seems to have taken the soul to be something [...], apt to move, since he affirmed a stone to have a soul, because it moved Iron.
He asserted likewise the soul (of man) to be immortall, and according to Cherilus, was the first that held so. Cicero ascribes the originall of this opinion to Pherecydes, but it rather seems to have been brought by Thales from the Egyptians; that they held so Herodotus attests.
(I.iv.4, pp. 13-14)",2003-12-12,9341,"","""Thales argued, that the Load-stone, and Amber had soules; the first because it drawes Iron, the second Straw.""","",2010-06-29 03:30:30 UTC,""
3606,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""steel"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Thus being banisht from my love,
And forc't to leave her sight,
No thoughts but those of her can move
In me the least delight;
But like true steel my heart doth pant,
To touch the long'd for Adamant.",,9350,"","""But like true steel my heart doth pant, / To touch the long'd for Adamant.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:09 UTC,""
3621,Soliloquy,HDIS,2004-03-11 00:00:00 UTC,"The Poets Soliloquy
Why do I droop, like flowers opprest with rain?
What cloud of sorrow doth my colour stain?
I like a Sparrow on the house alone
Do sit, and like a Dove I mourn and groan:
Doth discontent, or sad affliction bind,
And stop the freedom of my Nobler mind?
No, no, I know the cause; I do retire,
To quench old flames, and kindle better fire:
It is my comfort to escape the rude
And sluttish trouble of the multitude:
Flowers, rivers, woods, the pleasant air and wind,
With Sacred thoughts, do feed my serious mind:
My active soul doth not consume with rust,
I have been rub'd, and now are free from dust.
Let moderation rule my pensive way;
Students may leave their books, and sometimes play",,9409,•Published in Flamma Sine Fumo (1662)
•An anti-metaphor,"The ""active soul doth not consume with rust""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:12 UTC,I've included the whole poem
3627,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-06-07 00:00:00 UTC," The holy Sisters, often pray,
And Scriptures, Eke unfold,
Yet men, as though 'twere out oth'way,
Ne're harke, to what is told:
You may speak, as well, to an Image of dough,
Not one, cares whether, you Teach, or no,
Their Hearts are as hard, as Iron too,
As tough, but not so cold.",,9417,"","""Their Hearts are as hard, as Iron too, / As tough, but not so cold.""",Metal,2013-06-21 19:35:00 UTC,""
3662,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""dross"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-07-18 00:00:00 UTC,"'Tis so, and humbly I my will resign,
Nor dare dispute with Providence Divine.
In vain, alas! we struggle with our chains,
But more entangled by the fruitless pains.
For as i'th' great Creation of this All,
Nothing by chance could in such order fall;
And what would single be deform'd confest,
Grows beauteous in its union with the rest:
So Providence like Wisdom we allow,
(For what created once does govern now)
And the same Fate that seems to one Reverse,
Is necessary to the Universe.
All these particular and various things,
Link'd to their Causes by such secret Springs,
Are held so fast, and govern'd by such Art,
That nothing can out of its order start.
The World's God's watch, where nothing is so small,
But makes a part of what composes all:
Could the least Pin be lost or else displac'd,
The World would be disorder'd and defac'd.
It beats no Pulse in vain, but keeps its time,
And undiscern'd to its own height doth climb;
Strung first, and daily wound up by his hand
Who can its motions guide and understand.
No secret cunning then nor multitude
Can Providence divert, cross or delude.
And her just full decrees are hidden things,
Which harder are to find then Births of Springs.
Yet all in various Consorts fitly sound,
And by their Discords Harmony compound.
Hence is that Order, Life and Energy,
Whereby Forms are preserv'd though Matters die;
And shifting dress keep their own living state:
So that what kills this, does that propagate.
This made the ancient Sage in Rapture cry,
That fore the world had full Eternity.
For though it self to Time and Fate submit,
He's above both who made and governs it;
And to each Creature hath such Portion lent,
As Love and Wisdom sees convenient.
For he's no Tyrant, nor delights to grieve
The Beings which from him alone can live.
He's most concern'd, and hath the greatest share
In man, and therefore takes the greatest care
To make him happy, who alone can be
So by Submission and Conformity.
For why should Changes here below surprize,
When the whole World its revolution tries?
Where were our Springs, our Harvests pleasant use,
Unless Vicissitude did them produce?
Nay, what can be so wearisome a pain
As when no Alterations entertain?
To lose, to suffer, to be sick and die,
Arrest us by the same Necessity.
Nor could they trouble us, but that our mind
Hath its own glory unto dross confin'd.
For outward things remove not from their place,
Till our Souls run to beg their mean embrace;
Then doting on the choice make it our own,
By placing Trifles in th' Opinion's Throne.
So when they are divorc'd by some new cross,
Our Souls seem widow'd by the fatal loss:
But could we keep our Grandeur and our state,
Nothing below would seem unfortunate;
But Grace and Reason, which best succours bring,
Would with advantage manage every thing;
And by right Judgment would prevent our moan
For losing that which never was our own.
For right Opinion's like a Marble grott,
In Summer cool, and in the Winter hot;
A Principle which in each Fortune lives,
Bestowing Catholick Preservatives.
'Tis this resolves, there are no losses where
Vertue and Reason are continued there.
The meanest Soul might such a Fortune share,
But no mean Soul could so that Fortune bear.
Thus I compose my thoughts grown insolent,
As th' Irish Harper doth his Instrument;
Which if once struck doth murmur and complain,
But the next touch will silence all again.",,9508,"","""Nor could they trouble us, but that our mind / Hath its own glory unto dross confin'd.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:16 UTC,I've included entire poem
3663,"","Searching ""impression"" and ""heart"" HDIS (Poetry); found again ""head""",2005-05-16 00:00:00 UTC,"As when the ancient World by Reason liv'd,
The Asian Monarchs deaths were never griev'd;
Their glorious Lives made all their Subjects call
Their Rites a Triumph, not a Funeral:
So still the Good are Princes, and their Fate
Invites us not to weep, but imitate.
Nature intends a progress of each stage
Whereby weak Man creeps to succeeding Age,
Ripens him for that Change for which he's made,
Where th' active Soul is in her Centre staid.
And since none stript of Infancy complain,
'Cause 'tis both their necessity and gain:
So Age and Death by slow approches come,
And by that just inevitable doom
By which the Soul (her cloggy dross once gone)
Puts on Perfection, and resumes her own.
Since then we mourn a happy Soul, O why
Disturb we her with erring Piety?
Who's so enamour'd on the beauteous Ground,
When with rich Autumn's livery hung round,
As to deny a Sickle to his Grain,
And not undress the teeming Earth again?
Fruits grow for use, Mankind is born to die;
And both Fates have the same necessity.
Then grieve no more, sad Relatives, but learn;
Sigh not, but profit by your just concern.
Read over her Life's volume: wise and good,
Not 'cause she must be so, but 'cause she wou'd.
To chosen Vertue still a constant friend,
She saw the Times which chang'd, but did not mend.
And as some are so civil to the Sun,
They'd fix his beams, and make the Earth to run:
So she unmov'd beheld the angry Fate
Which tore a Church, and overthrew a State:
Still durst be Good, and own the noble Truth,
To crown her Age which had adorn'd her Youth.
Great without Pride, a Soul which still could be
Humble and high, full of calm Majesty.
She kept true state within, and could not buy
Her Satisfaction with her Charity.
Fortune or Birth ne're rais'd her Mind, which stood
Not on her being rich, but doing good.
Oblig'd the World, but yet would scorn to be
Paid with Requitals, Thanks or Vanity.
How oft did she what all the World adore,
Make the Poor happy with her useful store?
So general was her Bounty, that she gave
Equality to all before the Grave.
By several means she different persons ty'd,
Who by her Goodness onely were ally'd.
Her Vertue was her Temper, not her Fit;
Fear'd nothing but the Crimes which some commit;
Scorn'd those dark Arts which pass for Wisdom now,
Nor to a mean ignoble thing could bow.
And her vast Prudence had no other end,
But to forgive a Foe, endear a Friend:
To use, but slight, the World; and fixt above,
Shine down in beams of Piety and Love.
Why should we then by poor unjust complaint
Prove envious Sinners 'cause she is a Saint?
Close then the Monument; let not a Tear
That may prophane her Ashes now appear:
For her best Obsequies are that we be
Prudent and Good, Noble and Sweet, as she.",,9509,"","""So Age and Death by slow approches come, / And by that just inevitable doom / By which the Soul (her cloggy dross once gone) / Puts on Perfection, and resumes her own.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:16 UTC,I've included entire poem
3689,Dualism,"Searching ""soul"" and ""allay"" (for ""alloy"") in HDIS (Drama)",2005-05-25 00:00:00 UTC,"TOWERS.
Heaven suffer'd more in that then you, or I: Wherefore have I been faithful to my trust, true to my Love, and tender to th' opprest? Am I condemn'd to be the second man, who e'r complain'd, he vertue serv'd in vain? But dry your tears, these sufferings all are mine. Your breast is white, and cold as falling Snow. You still as fragrant as your Eastern Groves; and your whole frame as innocent, and holy, as if your being were all soul and spirit, without the gross allay of flesh and bloud. Come to my arms again.",,9554,"","""[Y]our whole frame [is] as innocent, and holy, as if your being were all soul and spirit, without the gross allay of flesh and bloud""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:18 UTC,"Act IV, scene iv"
3739,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2005-06-03 00:00:00 UTC,"FRIEND.
Fear not, Sir, I'll excuse ye.
Goes out bowing to Mar.
SIR JOHN.
You little amiable mischievous Ape you, what a scurvie malicious Jest did you break upon me, to make the Proverb good, You had rather lose your Friend than your Jest?
DIAN.
A Jest! it was a parlous true one then: I said you were all Mettle; A brazen face, a leaden brain, and a copper nose and beard.
SIR JOHN
Wit, Lightning, and Quick-silver, thou little more than Dwarf, and something less than woman.",,9659,"","""I said you were all Mettle; A brazen face, a leaden brain, and a copper nose and beard.""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:23 UTC,"Act IV, scene iv"
3750,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""iron"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-06-08 00:00:00 UTC,"PET.
What can this mad poor Captain do for you, love you whil'st you can buy him Britches, and then leave you; a Woman has a sweet time on't with any Soldier Lover of 'em all, with their Iron minds and Buff hearts: feather'd Inamorato's have nothing that belongs to Love but his Wings, the Devil clip 'em for Petronella--",,9677,"","""[A] Woman has a sweet time on't with any Soldier Lover of 'em all, with their Iron minds and Buff hearts""",Metal,2009-09-14 19:34:24 UTC,"Act IV, scene 4iii"