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
4878,Ruling passion,"Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC," A Thousand Pounds your lavish Miss requires:
You answer not at first to her Desires:
Each diff'rent Trick she tries to gain her Ends;
She quarrels with you now, and now is Friends;
Now drives you from her House, now shews Disdain,
And now, capricious, calls you back again.
Break thro' these shameful Bonds--Your Folly see;
Resume yourself, and say at last, I'm free!
In vain--The Master-Passion governs still,
And forces you to yield against your Will.
",,13079,•I've decided to read the whole poem (a master-slave dialogue). INTEREST for chapters on Population. ,"""In vain--The Master-Passion governs still, / And forces you to yield against your Will""","",2014-08-06 03:58:34 UTC,""
4878,"","Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Pleasure, the secret Spring that actuates Man,
Forms for both high and low, his future Plan;
Constant and pleas'd in Vice, some never change,
But, thoughtless, thro' each gay Delusion range;
Half-flesh'd in Vice, and trembling as he sins,
One Moment This gives off--the next begins;
To good or bad alternately inclin'd,
As Fear disturbs, or Joy elates, the Mind",,13080,•REVISIT. What are these springs? (Miruna has asked me this question twice now... Machines or fountains?),"Pleasure is ""the secret Spring that actuates man""","",2009-09-14 19:37:44 UTC,""
4878,"","Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"Rack'd with the Gout, and lame in both his Hands,
Avaro's Servant near his Master stands;
And as the Box and Dice go round the Board,
Loses and wins a Fortune for his Lord.
Worse than the other--Whom, thus robb'd of Pow'r.
His former Passions fatally devour!
Who, past the Act, will not the Pleasure miss,
But tastes by Proxy the forbidden Bliss!
",,13081,•REVISIT. What are these springs? (Miruna has asked me this question twice now... Machines or fountains?),"""Worse than the other--Whom, thus robb'd of Pow'r. / His former Passions fatally devour!""","",2012-07-03 17:21:07 UTC,""
4878,"","Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"VALET
Have Patience Sir--You warmly praise
The sober Manners of Eliza's Days;
Yet if some God would bring those Days again,
You'd sigh for these, nor could yourself contain:
""What you commend, you either think not right,
""Or have not Virtue to maintain the Fight.""
Stuck in the Mire, which first your Feet betray'd,
All your vain Struggles are untimely made;
Weak, impotent, yet wishing to be free,
You are by much a greater Slave, than me;
A Slave, to ev'ry Gust that shakes your Mind,
Your Eyes broad open, and your Senses blind.
",2011-08-31,13082,•Included twice: Government and Weather. Gust is a funny pun for appetite...,"""Weak, impotent, yet wishing to be free, / You are by much a greater Slave, than me; / A Slave, to ev'ry Gust that shakes your Mind, / Your Eyes broad open, and your Senses blind.""","",2011-08-31 04:20:27 UTC,""
4878,"","Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC," You seek the marry'd Dame--I walk the Street,
And pick up the first willing Wench I meet;
Lust eggs us both--Lust is in both the same;
Our Passions differ not, unless in Name;
She takes me to her Room--We kiss, we toy;
I task her to the Height of am'rous Joy--
Unhurt in Character, I quit her Charms,
Nor care what happier Rival fills her Arms.
Whilst you, disguis'd, and fearful to be known,
Quit, for the Habit of a Slave, your own.
Disguis'd in vain, wake from your foolish Dream,
And own yourself the very Slave you seem;
The Slave of Passion; which perverts Truth's Plan,
And sinks the virtuous in the vicious Man.
With Caution introduc'd, you trembling move,
Unfit for the rough Exercise of Love:
Behold, the Object of your Pleasure near,
You thrill with Rapture, and you shake with Fear.
The Husband comes--New Terrors fill your Head;
The dreaded Sword already dooms you dead.
Perhaps the Confidant, to save you, tries,
And hides you from the jealous Husband's Eyes.
Cramm'd in some Chest, you writhe all Night with Pain,
And dare not for your Safety once complain:
The Man whom, by your Rank, abroad you awe,
Sits in your Place, and gives his Lord the Law.
But tell me, Which for Vengeance loudest calls,
The Wretch who tempts, or who, when tempted, falls?
Alike to blame, but diff'ring in Degree,
Each Eye your greater Infamy can see.
Less criminal by far, she sought not you,
Nor chang'd her Garb, to shun the public View;
Ev'n in the Height of Joy, which warms the Heart,
She acted a constrain'd imperfect Part;
A cumb'rous Load within her Arms you lay,
And all her Joys dissolv'd in Fears away.
All this you know--yet risk for this your All,
Life, Fortune, Fame; what Men still dearest call.
But you escape--Well! does that make you wise,
Or open on your Follies, Reason's Eyes!
Caution'd in vain--Oh! ever Passion's Slave!
You tempt your Fate, and the same Dangers brave;
You seek again each Terror to renew,
And meet the Punishment so much your Due.
What Beast but Man, who once has broke his Chain,
Returns, and seeks to put it on again?
",2011-08-31,13084,"","""Disguis'd in vain, wake from your foolish Dream, / And own yourself the very Slave you seem; / The Slave of Passion; which perverts Truth's Plan, / And sinks the virtuous in the vicious Man.""","",2011-08-31 04:23:40 UTC,""
4878,Mind's Eye,"Searching HDIS for ""master passion""",2004-06-01 00:00:00 UTC,"You seek the marry'd Dame--I walk the Street,
And pick up the first willing Wench I meet;
Lust eggs us both--Lust is in both the same;
Our Passions differ not, unless in Name;
She takes me to her Room--We kiss, we toy;
I task her to the Height of am'rous Joy--
Unhurt in Character, I quit her Charms,
Nor care what happier Rival fills her Arms.
Whilst you, disguis'd, and fearful to be known,
Quit, for the Habit of a Slave, your own.
Disguis'd in vain, wake from your foolish Dream,
And own yourself the very Slave you seem;
The Slave of Passion; which perverts Truth's Plan,
And sinks the virtuous in the vicious Man.
With Caution introduc'd, you trembling move,
Unfit for the rough Exercise of Love:
Behold, the Object of your Pleasure near,
You thrill with Rapture, and you shake with Fear.
The Husband comes--New Terrors fill your Head;
The dreaded Sword already dooms you dead.
Perhaps the Confidant, to save you, tries,
And hides you from the jealous Husband's Eyes.
Cramm'd in some Chest, you writhe all Night with Pain,
And dare not for your Safety once complain:
The Man whom, by your Rank, abroad you awe,
Sits in your Place, and gives his Lord the Law.
But tell me, Which for Vengeance loudest calls,
The Wretch who tempts, or who, when tempted, falls?
Alike to blame, but diff'ring in Degree,
Each Eye your greater Infamy can see.
Less criminal by far, she sought not you,
Nor chang'd her Garb, to shun the public View;
Ev'n in the Height of Joy, which warms the Heart,
She acted a constrain'd imperfect Part;
A cumb'rous Load within her Arms you lay,
And all her Joys dissolv'd in Fears away.
All this you know--yet risk for this your All,
Life, Fortune, Fame; what Men still dearest call.
But you escape--Well! does that make you wise,
Or open on your Follies, Reason's Eyes!
Caution'd in vain--Oh! ever Passion's Slave!
You tempt your Fate, and the same Dangers brave;
You seek again each Terror to renew,
And meet the Punishment so much your Due.
What Beast but Man, who once has broke his Chain,
Returns, and seeks to put it on again?
",,13085,"","""Well! does that make you wise, / Or open on your Follies, Reason's Eyes!""",Eye,2009-09-14 19:37:45 UTC,""