text,updated_at,metaphor,created_at,context,theme,reviewed_on,dictionary,comments,provenance,id,work_id "No; let me bring the Immortals, what the race
Of great Messala, now depraved and base,
On their huge charger, cannot;--bring a mind,
Where legal and where moral sense are join'd,
With the pure essence; holy thoughts, that dwell
In the soul's most retired, and sacred cell;

A bosom dyed in honour's noblest grain,
Deep-dyed:--with these, let me approach the fane,
And Heaven will hear the humble prayer I make,
Though all my offering be a barley cake.",2009-09-14 19:46:45 UTC,"""bring a mind, / Where legal and where moral sense are join'd, / With the pure essence; holy thoughts, that dwell / In the soul's most retired, and sacred cell""",2005-08-17 00:00:00 UTC,"The Satires of Aulus Persius Flaccus, Translated into English Verse","",,Inhabitants,•I've included twice: Cell and Dwelling,Searching in HDIS (Poetry),16398,6200