work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3595,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""seal"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-04-17 00:00:00 UTC,"Upon thine heart let me be put,
and set like as a seal;
And as a seal upon thine arme,
thus do thou with me deal;
For love is strong as death, as grave,
cruel as jealousie.
The coals thereof are coals of fire,
which flame most vehemently.
",,9316,"","""Upon thine heart let me be put, / and set like as a seal; / And as a seal upon thine arme""","",2009-09-14 19:34:07 UTC,Stanza 6
3644,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Poetry)",2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"159. On Cleansing
By nature we are all defil'd with sin,
And with the Leper must cry out, Unclean.
Sin is an impure [?] Issue, none can bring
Purity thence, tis a polluting thing;
A sinner's heart's so black, that only hell
Can pattern it, and be it's paralell;
But Grace is a spirit'al Lavor, stil'd
Regenerations washing; Souls defil'd,
Faith & Repentance cleanse; Grace lays the soul
A whitening, searches wounds, and makes them whole.
Grace is of a Celestial nature, though it
Wholly remove not sin, it doth subdue it;
Mary's tears as they washed Christs feet, so
Her heart; Grace engraves holiness unto
The Lord upon the heart, in character,
Indelible; to Glory Grace prefers.",,9467,"","""Grace engraves holiness unto / The Lord upon the heart, in character, / Indelible""","",2009-09-14 19:34:14 UTC,""
3653,"",Searching in HDIS (Poetry),2005-05-27 00:00:00 UTC,"Where there is a good conscience, there will
Be a good conversation, pure hearts still
Go with pure lives, when with its golden beams
Grace shines abroad, how beautiful it seems!
If the stream be corrupt, we may suspect
The Spring to be impure, a Saint will act
For God, of God he very often talks,
And with God, Noah-like, he always walks,
Is exercis'd in Angels work, always
Serving his God, and singing to his praise:
A Christian is full of spir't'al mirth,
His life's a very Heaven upon Earth;
The conversation of Saints is where
God is, in Heaven e're themselves come there,
Shall we account them pure, whose conversation
Is not in Heaven, Gods Holy habitation;
But in hell rather, Satans dwelling place?
How justly may such as are voyd of grace,
Reproach and scorn Religion when they see't
Thus kicked down, with our unholy feet.
The Clock hath not its motion within
Alone, without there moves the Dyal-pin:
Sincerity of heart is seen upon
The Dyal of the conversation.
A pure heart hath a golden Frontispice,
It loves fair vertue, and abhors foul vice,
Grace like new wine, will have vent, cannot be
Concealed, the fruits do manifest the Tree,
Although within Religions main work lies,
Yet must our light shine forth to others eyes,
The Saints are called Jewels in the sight
Of others, they reflect a lustre bright,
When we have Gospel-conversations,
We in Gods Church, are sparkling Diamonds.
Saints lives come near to Christ their all in all,
As the Transcript to the Original.
Christ in his conversation, lovely seems,
His life was purer than the sunny beams;
'Twas a fair copy never any one,
Wrote without blotting, saving Christ alone,
Who knew no sin; his lips never did speak
A word amiss, his feet did never tread
A step awry, and he who was a way
For others to walk in, did never stray
Out of the way himself, his life's throughout,
A pattern of good works, he went about
Still doing good even from the cratch unto
The Cross, he never any ill did do.
As Moses face did shine when he had bin
With God, so we in holiness must shine.
Our carri'ge and deportment should declare,
That of Heavens City, Burgesses we are.
And that we to Jerusalem above
Are going, thorough the high-way of Love.
Sincer'ty in the heart as holy leaven,
Makes the heart to swell, & rise as high as Heaven.
The upright man orders his conversation
Aright, and God will shew him his salvation.
Some brag they have good hearts, but their lives are
Crooked, they hope to go to heaven, but their
Foot-steps take hold of Hell, while Saints set on
Religions head an honourable Crown,
Adorn the Gospel; such shall reign no doubt,
Who copy in their lives the Bible out.",2008-12-03,9481,"","""A pure heart hath a golden Frontispice, / It loves fair vertue, and abhors foul vice.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:15 UTC,I've included the entire poem
3707,Innate Ideas,Reading Yolton's Locke Dictionary (101),2005-03-28 00:00:00 UTC,connate Principles engraven in the humane Soul
(p. 60),,9599,"","There are ""connate Principles engraven in the humane Soul""","",2009-09-14 19:34:20 UTC,""
4095,Blank Slate,"Searching ""tabula rasa"" in ECCO",2006-10-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Lest any understand what I have said a few Pages hence as if I wholly denied common Innate Principles, observe, That it is only actual Connate Knowledge that I deny, and in respect to which I say that the Soul is rasa tabula; but I confess a Natural Passive power for the knowing of them and a greater Disposition, or Aptitude in the Intellect to understand them, than Conclusions drawn from them; and so that an Infant also may have a Sanctified Intellect, by such Aptitude and Disposition. But I think not that ever these would be acted (in an ordinary natural way) without the help of some sense.
(p. 226)",,10545,"•INTEREST. USE, again a qualified use of the tabula rasa: still allowing innate principles.","""Lest any understand what I have said a few Pages hence as if I wholly denied common Innate Principles, observe, That it is only actual Connate Knowledge that I deny, and in respect to which I say that the Soul is rasa tabula; but I confess a Natural Passive power for the knowing of them and a greater Disposition, or Aptitude in the Intellect to understand them, than Conclusions drawn from them; and so that an Infant also may have a Sanctified Intellect, by such Aptitude and Disposition""",Writing,2009-09-14 19:35:04 UTC,An Advertisement Explicatory
4195,Blank Slate,"Searching ""tabula rasa"" in ECCO",2006-10-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Thus we should address our selves to the Work of Lord, with an intire Resignation of our selves to his Wisdom and Soveraignty. The Heart must be Tabula Rasa, white Paper to his Pen, soft Wax to his Seal: Let him write upon me what he pleaseth, and make what Impressions he pleaseth upon me. We must enter upon the Service fo God, with Joshua's Question, What saith my Lord unto his Servant? And with St. Paul's, Lord, what wilt thou have me to do? And with the implicite Faith and Obedience of the Child Samuel, Speak Lord, for thy Servant hears. I desire nothing more, but the Honour of receiving they Commands, and a Heart to comply with them.
(p. 20)",2012-01-20,10875,"•I've included three times: Tabula Rasa, Paper, Wax","""The Heart must be Tabula Rasa, white Paper to his Pen, soft Wax to his Seal: Let him write upon me what he pleaseth, and make what Impressions he pleaseth upon me.""",Writing,2012-01-20 22:36:34 UTC,""
4377,Meta-metaphorical,"Searching ""mind"" in Liberty Fund's OLL",2005-08-18 00:00:00 UTC,"IV. We may here observe a strange Proneness in our Minds to make perpetual Comparisons of all things which occur to our Observation, even those which would seem very remote",,11496,•Meta-metaphorical. REREAD. ENTRY. USE in conclusion.,"""Thus a Tempest at Sea is often an Emblem of Wrath""","",2009-09-14 19:35:57 UTC,Treatise I
4452,Blank Slate,"Searching ""tabula rasa"" in ECCO",2006-10-09 00:00:00 UTC,"Secondly, 'Tis just matter of wonder & astonishment that ever one spark of faith was kindled in such an heart as thine is; [end page 124] an heart which had no predisposition or inclination in the least to believe; yea, it was not rasa tabula, like clean paper, void of any impression of faith, but fil'd with contrary impressions to it; so that it's marvellous that ever your hearts received the stamp or impression of faith on them.
(pp. 124-5).",,11727,"•I've included thrice: Tabula Rasa, Paper, Stamp","""Secondly, 'Tis just matter of wonder & astonishment that ever one spark of faith was kindled in such an heart as thine is; [end page 124] an heart which had no predisposition or inclination in the least to believe; yea, it was not rasa tabula, like clean paper, void of any impression of faith, but fil'd with contrary impressions to it; so that it's marvellous that ever your hearts received the stamp or impression of faith on them.""",Writing,2009-09-14 19:36:12 UTC,2. Use of Consolation
4762,Blank Slate,"Searching ""tabula rasa"" in ECCO",2006-10-10 00:00:00 UTC,"[...] We are told by Philosophers, of no small Note, that the Mind is, at first, a kind of Tabula rasa, or like a Piece of blank Paper, that it bears no original Inscriptions, when we come into the World,--that we owe all the Characters afterwards drawn upon it, to the Impressions made upon our Senses; to Education, Custom, and the like. Be that as it will, certain it is, that a human Creature, untaught by Art, and undisciplined by Habit, does, of all other Creatures, lie the most open to Impressions from without, and is the most susceptible of every Form, Habit and Passion. Such a Creature is perceptive, and withal credulous; curious, yet easily imposed on. We have an innate, and almost insuperable Propensity to Imitation, and imbibe Manners as easily as we do Opinions. [...]
(vol I., pp. 114-5)",2010-10-10,12603,"•I've included twice: Tabula Rasa and Paper
•Cross-reference: Passage appears, with slight alterations, in Sir John Fielding's The Universal Mentor (1763","""We are told by Philosophers, of no small Note, that the Mind is, at first, a kind of Tabula rasa, or like a Piece of blank Paper, that it bears no original Inscriptions, when we come into the World,--that we owe all the Characters afterwards drawn upon it, to the Impressions made upon our Senses; to Education, Custom, and the like.""",Writing,2011-10-10 15:58:21 UTC,""
7477,"",C-H Lion,2013-06-19 19:01:54 UTC,"What ever brought him here, or took him hence
It was no mean, or common influence,
Of Heavens best mettal, that inform'd his soul,
And made all vertue, but a blubr'd scrol
Of his great mind: So that a doubt it is
If he were Vertues soul, or she were his.
I cannot solve the doubt; but this I find,
He being gone, she could not stay behind.
For if she was his soul, he being gone,
She hath no Organ, now to work upon.
If he were hers, he being soar'd above,
She's but a carcase dead, and cannot move.
He's gone, no mortal pensil e're shall limn
A lively draught, or of his worth, or him.
Wit finds it self for that great Task unfit:
For Cleland was an Universe of Wit.
Dumb Rhetorick hath lost her Tongue & sense,
Is quite benumb'd, for he was Eloquence,
And Sense in the pure abstract. Reason she
By weeping her sad loss, hath lost her Eye:
Retaining only store of tears, to keep
A Consort with the mourning World, & weep.
The Muses sory wights, have quit their mountain.
And drown'd their harps in their forsaken fountain.
They were his Converts, he had made them follow
His Heav'nly lays, & quit the devil Apollo. [...]
(p. 1237)",,21025,"","""What ever brought him here, or took him hence / It was no mean, or common influence, / Of Heavens best mettal, that inform'd his soul, / And made all vertue, but a blubr'd scrol / Of his great mind.""",Metal and Writing,2013-06-19 19:04:42 UTC,""