work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3884,"",Reading Yolton's Way of Ideas (p. 5); found again reading Dioptrica Nova in the Folger Library.,2004-03-15 00:00:00 UTC,"This is manifest in every Branch of Learning. Logick has put on a Countenance clearly different from what it appeared in formerly: How unlike is its shape in the Ars Cogitandi, Recherches de la Verite, &c. from what it appears in Smigletius, and the Commentators on Aristotle? But to none do we owe for a greater Advancement in this Part of Philosophy, than to the incomparable Mr. Locke, Who, in his Essay concerning Humane Understanding, has rectified more received Mistakes, and delivered more profound Truths, established on Experience and Observation, for the Direction of Man's mind in the Prosecution of Knowledge, (which I think may be properly term'd Logick) than are to be met with in all the Volumes of the Antients. He has clearly overthrown all those Metaphysical Whymsies, which infected mens Brains with a Spice of Madness, whereby they feign'd a Knowledge where they had none, by making a noise with Sounds, without clear and distinct Significations.
(Dedication)",2013-05-13,10057,"•Literal? Brain infections are certainly possible... Interesting. And what to do with this ""Spice of Madness""?","""He has clearly overthrown all those Metaphysical Whymsies, which infected mens Brains with a Spice of Madness, whereby they feign'd a Knowledge where they had none, by making a noise with Sounds, without clear and distinct Significations.""","",2013-05-15 20:11:37 UTC,""
3951,"","Searching ""passion"" and ""balance"" in HDIS (Drama)",2006-12-11 00:00:00 UTC,"LOV.
A cheap, a very cheap way of making acknowledgment, and therefore thou hast catch'd, which makes thee more ungrateful.
ROEB.
My Friendship even yet does balance Passion; but throw in the least grain more of an affront, and by Heaven you turn the Scale.
LOV.
(Pausing.)
No, I've thought better; my Reason clears: She is not worth my Sword; a Bully only shou'd draw in her defence, for she's false, a Prostitute.
(Puts up his Sword.
ROEB.
A Prostitute! By Heaven thou ly'st.
(Draws.)
--Thou hast blasphem'd. Her Vertue answers the uncorrupted state of Woman; so much above Immodesty, that it mocks Temptation. She has convinc'd me of the bright Honour of her Sex, and I stand Champion now for the fair Female Cause.",,10274,•I've included twice: Balance and Scale
,"""My Friendship even yet does balance Passion; but throw in the least grain more of an affront, and by Heaven you turn the Scale.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:51 UTC,"Act IV, scene v"
3970,"","Searching ""stamp"" and ""passion"" HDIS (Drama)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"STAND.
I once, Madam, hop'd the Honour of defending you from all Injuries thro a Title to your lovely Person, but now my Love must attend my Fortune. This Commission, Madam, was my Pasport to the Fair; adding a nobleness to my Passion, it stampt a value on my Love; 'twas once the life of Honour, but now its Hearse, and with it must my Love be buried.",,10307,•Actually published 1699? REVISIT.
,"""This Commission, Madam, was my Pasport to the Fair; adding a nobleness to my Passion, it stampt a value on my Love""","",2009-09-14 19:34:52 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
4405,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-06-10 00:00:00 UTC,"A Yeoman bold (suppose of Kent)
Liv'd on his own, and paid no Rent;
Manure'd his old paternal Land,
Had always Money at command,
To purchase Bargains, or to lend,
T'improve his Stock, or help a Friend:
At Cressy, and Poictiers, of old
His Ancestors were Bow-Men bold;
Whose good Yew-Bows, and Sinews strong,
Drew Arrows of a Cloth-Yard long:
For England's Glory, strew'd the Plain,
With Barons, Counts, and Princes slain.
Belov'd by all the Neighbourhood,
For his Delight was doing good:
At ev'ry Mart his Word a Law,
Kept all the shuffling Knaves in awe.
How just is Heaven, and how true,
To give to such Desert its Due!
'Tis in authentick Legends said,
Two Twins at once had bless'd his Bed;
Frank was the eldest, but the other
Was honest Numps, his younger Brother;
That, with a Face effeminate,
And Shape too fine, and delicate,
Took after his fond Mother Kate,
A Franklin's Daughter. Numps was rough,
No Heart of Oak was half so tough,
And true as Steel; to cuff, or kick,
Or play a Bout at double Stick,
Who but Friend Numps? while Frank's Delight
Was more (they say) to dance, than fight;
At Whitson-ales King of the May,
Among the Maids brisk, frolick, gay,
He tript it on each Holy-Day.
Their Genius diff'rent, Frank wou'd roam
To Town; but Numps, he staid at home.
The Youth was forward, apt to learn,
Cou'd soon an honest Living earn;
Good Company wou'd always keep,
Was known to Falstaff in East-Cheap;
Threw many a merry Main, cou'd bully,
And put the Doctor on his Cully;
Ply'd hard his Work, had learnt the way,
To watch all Night, and sleep all Day.
Flush'd with Success, new rigg'd, and clean,
Polite his Air, genteel his Mien:
Accomplish'd thus in ev'ry Part,
He won a buxom Widow's Heart.
Her Fortune narrow, and too wide,
Alas! lay her Concerns, her Pride:
Great as a Dutchess, she wou'd scorn
Mean Fare, a Gentlewoman born;
Poor, and expensive! on my life
'Twas but the Devil of a Wife.
Yet Frank with what he won by Night,
A while liv'd tolerably tight;
And Spouse, who sometimes sate 'till Morn
At Cribbidge, made a good Return.
While thus they liv'd from hand to mouth,
She laid a Bantling to the Youth;
But whether 'twas his own or no,
My Authors don't pretend to know.
His Charge enhanc'd, 'tis also true
A Lying-in 's expensive too,
In Cradles, Whittles, Spice-Bowls, Sack,
Whate'er the wanton Gossips lack;
While Scandal thick as Hail-shot flies,
Till peaceful Bumpers seal their Eyes.
Frank deem'd it prudent to retire,
And visit the good Man his Sire;
In the Stage-Coach he seats himself,
Loaded with Madam, and her Elf;
In her right Hand the Coral place'd,
Her Lap a China Orange grace'd:
Pap for the Babe was not forgot,
And Lullaby's melodious Note,
That warbled in his Ears all day,
Short'ned the rugged, tedious Way.",,11604,"","""Numps was rough, / No Heart of Oak was half so tough, / And true as Steel""","",2009-09-14 19:36:04 UTC,I've included the entire poem
7497,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 14:36:16 UTC,"'But methinks, said Olimpia, one recommended by me, should make a little deeper impression on that frigid Heart of yours. Behold here, added she, (taking out a gold Box, and opening it) your Picture which with much ado I obtain'd from the Amorous Prince for an hour or two.' Melora took it in her hand, and view'd it with wonder; nor could she chuse; for it was a dazling Object, being set Oval fashion in large Diamonds: Round the fairest, which was uppermost, these words were ingraven;
Dim, to the Lustre of her Eyes.
'Now, Madam, cry'd Melora eagerly, you must forgive my Curiosity, and permit me, like my Sex, to be wondrous inquisitive: For the Title of Prince, which you have given this unknown, and the brightness of these Jewels, strike me into amazement; I cannot believe your Goodness would abuse my Credulity with fictitious Stories; nor can I have Pride enough to imagine a Prince my Lover. What I told you before, I solemnly confirm, says Olimpia, he is not only your Lover, but Slave; yet over part of the World an Absolute Soveraign: All this is truth; but 'tis a Truth of such a consequence, that I must lay upon you wonderful Injunctions e're I venture to unravel it, your faithful Breast must lock this Secret up as safe as if my Life depended upon disclosing it; or if there is any thing you hold dearer, by that I conjure you, let not your own Father know the least Circumstance of this Discovery; and if you dare trust me wholly with the Management of your Fortune, which 'twould break my Heart to doubt; in earnest you shall suddenly appear the most glorious, as well as the most beautiful Princess in Europe.'
(pp. 21-3)",,21337,"","""All this is truth; but 'tis a Truth of such a consequence, that I must lay upon you wonderful Injunctions e're I venture to unravel it, your faithful Breast must lock this Secret up as safe as if my Life depended upon disclosing it; or if there is any thing you hold dearer, by that I conjure you, let not your own Father know the least Circumstance of this Discovery; and if you dare trust me wholly with the Management of your Fortune, which 'twould break my Heart to doubt; in earnest you shall suddenly appear the most glorious, as well as the most beautiful Princess in Europe.""","",2013-07-01 14:36:16 UTC,""
7497,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 14:38:20 UTC,"'I have describ'd her Garb (said Olimpia smiling, and pointing to a large Looking-glass that hung in the Closet) but you must look in yonder Mirrour to see her Person. Melora blush'd, and Olimpia went on.' The Prince, at this moment, banish'd from his Breast the Idea of all the Court-Beauties he had ever seen, and gaz'd on this Master-piece of Nature so long, till he had imprinted Cordelia's Image too deep for time ever to deface. Whilst the Ladies, far from guessing at an Observer, finish'd their Walk, and went in, leaving Alphonsus like one who had seen a Vision, all surpriz'd. When he began to think, he summons his rambling Humour to his aid, and the improbability of obtaining his desires. This, and much more, he thought, but all in vain; her Shape, her Mien, her charming Face; then her noble Mind surpassing all, secured him her Slave for ever. He resolv'd a thousand Projects in his working Brain, which way to obtain access to her. Sometimes he tormented himself, because he had not spoke to her when she was there; now pleas'd with the hopes she would return. In these restless Cogitations he spent most part of the day. As the Evening began to approach, Don Castro who had often visited the outside of the Wall, was in a great Consternation; he fear'd some mischief had befaln the Prince; and knew not what Method to take to be satisfy'd. At last not being able to remain longer in suspence of his safety, he went boldly to the Front of the House, and knock'd at the Gate: the Porter came, and when he had open'd it, says Don Castro; 'Pray, Friend, what is become of a Gentleman that came this morning into your Garden? If your have done mischief to him, all your Lives, even to the highest of your Family, must answer it.'
(pp. 35-7)",,21339,"","""He resolv'd a thousand Projects in his working Brain, which way to obtain access to her.""","",2013-07-01 14:38:20 UTC,""
7497,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 14:43:36 UTC,"The Prince was tenderly touch'd with the kind Doubts of his Beloved, and in a short time visited her, renewed his ardent Vows of Constancy, and Endless Faith. Whilst Lodowick, whose Glass told him he was not Unhandsome; who Danc'd well, Drest well, had all the Perfections of a Young, Empty, Airy Courtier; and Master of a vast Estate; raged to be Repuls'd in his first Amour. One day he grew so importunate to know the Cause of her Aversion; that she resented it; and told him sharply, he was Troublesome; and were it not for the Commands of those, whom Reverence taught her to Obey; she had, long e'er that, forbid him her sight. He Answer'd warmly, with an Air too haughty for a Lover: I see too well your scorn; but I fain would find (what 'tis said, we can't in Woman) a Reason for't. Is your heart made of that impenetrable Mould, that Sighs and Prayers are vain Batteries; or doth some hidden happy Youth rob me of my desir'd Prize? She blusht at that, and he observ'd it. Ah! 'tis so; (went he on) your conscious Blushes reveal it. If I blush (return'd she, with a look full of Anger and Disdain) 'tis at your Rudeness. Go--You are Insolent! Durst your conceal'd Lover call me so (said he, throughly nettl'd;) I cou'd Answer him. As he spoke the last words Emilius enter'd, and hearing 'em so loud, he stopt. When Lodowick turn'd to go away, Emilius came up to him, and looking fiercely on him, said, 'Is this like a Man of Honour, to be Noisy in a Ladies Chamber! I say 'tis Insolent, and Brutal.-- Now your Answer you threaten'd-- Not to my Country's Heir (return'd he, Bowing) nor dare I contend for a Jewel, my Prince lays Claim to.' Soon as he had said this, he went out. 'Ah! what have you done? (Cry'd Lovisa, looking with a Melancholy sweetness on him) this flies like Lightening, through the Court, and I must never see you more! Never see me more (answer'd he eagerly) Oh! I must ever see you; nor can it be conceal'd! My Eyes, my Tongue betray it. How often, unawares, I start; mistaking every Name for yours! My longing looks devour your Charms; my Sighs redouble at your sight; and every Motion shows the Fires of my Soul! Oh! I'll cast me at my Obdurate Father's Feet; nor leave his Sacred Knee, 'till he has given you to my Wishes. Flatter not your self with vain Idea's (said she, sadly;) The Duke, I know, will never yield; and my Foreboding Heart whispers, this is the last time we e'er shall meet in Peace.'
(pp. 148-51)",,21345,"","""Is your heart made of that impenetrable Mould, that Sighs and Prayers are vain Batteries; or doth some hidden happy Youth rob me of my desir'd Prize? She blusht at that, and he observ'd it.""","",2013-07-01 14:43:36 UTC,""
7497,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-01 14:49:55 UTC,"Even in these very Weeds to be for ever shrowded (said Emilius)and far, far hence removed; at once forsaking, what to Death I loath; and what more than Life I lov'd! This must not be (Lovisa interrupts him): Rob not the World, and your Unhappy Country, of Virtues, which as they are Exemplary, shou'd be Conspicuous: that the Great Example may incourage a degenerate Age; and make the Subject blush at Vices which his Prince abhors. Ah! Do not vainly wast the last, and only precious moments of my Life (cry'd Emilius.) Death, or a Cell, I've swore, by all that's Sacred! Therefore no more, my Love; look on me, as a Wretch that's dying, as one Condemn'd; without the possibility of a Reprieve; with gentle pity sooth the rugged'st blow of Fate, Eternal Parting. And for the Ease of my divided Heart, which with unbated Passion still will heave and swell, and pant at thought of thee, give me thy Promise to keep thy Faith inviolate. When, I, low as the Dust, shall grovel in my distant humble Cell; let me hug this thought; not Crowns, nor Youth, or Beauty, tempts Lovisa to entertain another Love; and blot the lost Emilius from her constant Mind. Is this all, thou dear Deserver (said Lovisa, looking on him with the kindest aspect in the World?) Ah! poor return for so much worth; for so much Love, I'd be lavish in my Protestations, were there need; but sure Emilius neither knows himself, nor me, when he requires one. You are for a Cell, and where, think you, I am to be dispos'd? Not in a Court, I'll promise ye! Distant, indeed, our Cells will be; but the thinking Mind can travail, in one moment, many Leagues. I'll beg of Heaven, it may be no Offence to dedicate, each Day, some lov'd peculiar hours to thee. I'll think of every tender word, and look, and Blush, as it were Acting o'er again. This shall be the Banquet of my Mind, all Times, besides those Devoted to my Sighs, and Sadness! Oh! unequal'd Charmer (answer'd the Transported Prince) why dost thou talk thus? Why did I beg for Kindness, when my foolish nature cannot bear it! That I cou'd now, this instant, fall a Victim at thy Feet; and thereby Eternalize the greatest Flame, that e'er possest the Heart of Man! But I will live; and suffer for thee! Yes, my Fair Saint! Judge thou thy self, if 'tis not greater Pain to live than dye; to live without the Wretched'st last Comfort, Hope; to rave; to love like me; even to Madness Love. And in all these heights, to leave Thee! Parted by Seas, and Wilds, and Alps, and what's yet a greater Bar, a Father's Curse! Thou Cold Benumming Hand of all-destroying Death, seize me. Embalm'd by my Lovisa's Tears! At her Feet Expiring is a quick Conveyance to a quiet Grave; a Blessing I wou'd court with the same Eagerness, as others shun approaching Fate.' His looks, which the very Image and Impress of unartificial sorrow bore, gave terror to his words, and wou'd have pierc't Souls more insensible than Lovisa's, or her fair Friend's. That Friend, a sorrowful Spectator of this dismal Meeting, told Lovisa she heard the Gates open; and believ'd it was for Don Alvarez, who was coming to seek her. Lovisa Conducted Emilius away, to avoid her Uncle, out of this Inner Grove. At parting, Grief grew too big for Words: A strict Embrace, and mingl'd Tears, conclude the cruel Separation. Not that Lovisa fear'd Don Alvarez's knowing the Prince in his Disguise: only the mutual Trouble, and Confusion they were in, was too visible, and of necessity must have been perceiv'd. This occasion'd her to hasten him away, before her Uncle reacht the Place.
(pp. 191-4)",,21350,"","""And for the Ease of my divided Heart, which with unbated Passion still will heave and swell, and pant at thought of thee, give me thy Promise to keep thy Faith inviolate.""","",2013-07-01 14:49:55 UTC,""
7705,"",Searching in Google Books,2013-10-13 16:15:45 UTC,"I am fully convinced by the Arguments you give me for not turning your Book into the scholastick Form of Logick and Metaphysicks, and I had no other Reason to advise the other, but merely to get it promoted the easier in our University; one of the Businesses of which Places is to learn according to the old Forms. And this minds me to let you know the great Joy and Satisfaction of Mind I conceiv'd on your Promise of the Method of Learning; there could nothing be more acceptable to me than the Hopes thereof, and that on this Account: I have but one Child in the World, who is now nigh four Years old, and promises well; his Mother left him to me very young, and my Affections (I must confess) are strongly placed on him. It has pleased God, by the liberal Provisions of our Ancestors, to free me from the toiling Cares of providing a Fortune for him; so that my whole Study shall be to lay up a Treasure of Knowledge in his Mind, for his Happiness both in this Life and the next. And I have been often thinking of some Method for his Instruction, that may best obtain the End I propose. And now, to my great Joy, I hope to be abundantly supply'd by your Method. [...]
(p. 29)",,22959,"","""I have but one Child in the World, who is now nigh four Years old, and promises well; his Mother left him to me very young, and my Affections (I must confess) are strongly placed on him. It has pleased God, by the liberal Provisions of our Ancestors, to free me from the toiling Cares of providing a Fortune for him; so that my whole Study shall be to lay up a Treasure of Knowledge in his Mind, for his Happiness both in this Life and the next.""","",2013-10-13 16:15:45 UTC,""
7712,"",Searching in Google Books,2013-10-13 18:30:34 UTC,"I'm much concerned to hear you have your Health no better and, on this Occasion, cannot but deplore the great Losses the intellectual World, in all Ages, has suffer'd by, the strongest and soundest Minds possessing the most infirm and sickly Bodies. Certainly there must be some very powerful Cause for this in Nature, or else we could not have so many Instances, where the Knife cuts the Sheath, as the French materially express it: And if so, this must be reckon'd among the many other infeparable Miseries that attend human Affairs.
(pp. 220-221)",,22967,"INTEREST: ""materially express it"" -- a META-METAPHORICAL observation.","""I'm much concerned to hear you have your Health no better and, on this Occasion, cannot but deplore the great Losses the intellectual World, in all Ages, has suffer'd by, the strongest and soundest Minds possessing the most infirm and sickly Bodies. Certainly there must be some very powerful Cause for this in Nature, or else we could not have so many Instances, where the Knife cuts the Sheath, as the French materially express it.""","",2013-10-13 18:30:34 UTC,""