work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3721,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2005-09-07 00:00:00 UTC,"TRUR.
Into his studious Closet to stuff his Lunatick head, since he can get nothing for his belly.",2009-01-20,9615,"","""Into his studious Closet to stuff his Lunatick head, since he can get nothing for his belly.""","",2013-06-10 18:17:00 UTC,Act I
3740,"","Searching ""mind"" and ""room"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"SONG.
Let some great joys pretend to find
In empty Whimsies of the mind;
And nothing to the Soul can come,
Till th' ushering Senses make it room.
Nor can the Mind be e'r at ease,
Unless you first the Body please.
Life is, what e're vain Man may doubt,
But taking in and putting out.
Since Life's but a Span,
Live as much as you can:
Let none of it pass without Pleasure;
But push on your Strength
Of what Life wants in length:
In the Breadth you must make up the Measure.",,9660,•A version of the empiricist slogan: nothing in the mind that was not first in the senses.,"""And nothing to the Soul can come, / Till th' ushering Senses make it room.""",Rooms,2013-06-17 03:54:32 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
3764,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"EITHER
Dear Madam, your words have so pow'rfull an influence upon me, that I fear my breast wants room for the excessive joy; is stuck round with the darts of your Beauty, like an Orange that is stuck with Cloves.",,9702,"","""I fear my breast wants room for the excessive joy; is stuck round with the darts of your Beauty, like an Orange that is stuck with Cloves.""","",2013-06-10 18:18:40 UTC,"Act V, scene i"
3983,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-18 14:45:07 UTC,"FREEMAN
That's a Disease, which, like the Itch, Society spreads, and nothing but Experience cures; Conceit, like Wind, has seiz'd the empty Head, and Men convulsively strive to utter what they want a Fund of Brains to yeild: Wit, at the best, is but a sounding Production, which like Rime, or Musick, flashes the Ear, but peirces not the Understanding: But modern Wit has not that force, Illiterature makes it Discord, and want of Judgment improperly and prejudicially apply'd--The Courtier puns upon his Prince, and is kick'd out of his Place. The Poet wittily characterizes his Relations, and loses an Estate. The pert Terræ filius, at the University, thinks it dishonourable, if he is not expell'd the Colledge for abusing the Vice Chancelours. And the new fashion Citizen, that's more Beau than Tradesmen, will rather affront his Customers, than stifle a Jest, to lose the Reputation of a Wit.
(I.i, p. 2)",,20933,"","""Conceit, like Wind, has seiz'd the empty Head, and Men convulsively strive to utter what they want a Fund of Brains to yeild.""",Coinage,2013-06-18 14:45:07 UTC,"Act I, Scene i"
3983,"",Searching in C-H Lion,2013-06-18 14:56:12 UTC,"TREMILIA
Confusions! Noises! That teaze Retirement, and only eccho in an empty Head; especially the Ring, that's the most insipid of Diversions; A Whirligig, that shows the giddy Brains of those that frequent it; there's not so much as Conversation, and the whole Design of the Rendezvous is to make a gaudy Appearance, and stare one another out of Countenance.
(IV.iii, p. 45)",,20934,"","""Confusions! Noises! That teaze Retirement, and only eccho in an empty Head.""","",2013-06-18 14:56:12 UTC,"Act IV, Scene iii"
7519,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-09 14:35:41 UTC,"OROONOKO.
Take, take me all: enquire into my heart,
(You know the way to every secret there)
My Heart, the sacred treasury of Love:
And if, in absence, I have mis-employ'd
A Mite from the rich store: if I have spent
A Wish, a Sigh, but what I sent to you:
May I be curst to wish, and sigh in vain,
And you not pity me.
(p. 33)",,21567,"","""Take, take me all: enquire into my heart, / (You know the way to every secret there) / My Heart, the sacred treasury of Love: / And if, in absence, I have mis-employ'd / A Mite from the rich store: if I have spent / A Wish, a Sigh, but what I sent to you: / May I be curst to wish, and sigh in vain, / And you not pity me.""",Coinage,2013-07-09 14:35:41 UTC,""
7550,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 18:07:11 UTC,"ALTAMONT.
My Father! oh let me unlade my Breast,
Pour out the fullness of my Soul before you,
Show ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful Thought,
This wond'rous Goodness stirs. But 'tis impossible,
And Utterance all is vile; since I can only
Swear you reign here, but never tell how much.
(I.i, p. 3)",,21858,"","""My Father! oh let me unlade my Breast, / Pour out the fullness of my Soul before you, / Show ev'ry tender, ev'ry grateful Thought, / This wond'rous Goodness stirs.""","",2013-07-18 18:07:11 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7550,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 21:21:05 UTC,"HORATIO.
It were unjust, no let me spare my Friend,
Lock up the fatal Secret in my Breast,
Nor tell him that which will undo his Quiet.
(I.i, p. 10)",,21864,"","""It were unjust, no let me spare my Friend, / Lock up the fatal Secret in my Breast, / Nor tell him that which will undo his Quiet.""","",2013-07-18 21:21:05 UTC,"Act I, scene i"
7550,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 21:44:48 UTC,"CALISTA.
'Tis well! these Solemn Sounds, this Pomp of Horror,
Are fit to feed the Frenzy in my Soul,
Here's room for Meditation, ev'n to Madness,
'Till the Mind burst with Thinking; this dull Flame
Sleeps in the Socket; sure the Book was left
To tell me something;--for Instruction then--
He teaches holy Sorrow, and Contrition,
And Penitence;--Is it become an Art then?
A Trick that lazy, dull, luxurious Gown-men
Can teach us to do over; I'll no more on't;
[Throwing away the Book.]
I have more real Anguish in my Heart,
Than all their Pedant Discipline e'er knew.
What Charnel has been rifl'd for these Bones?
Fye! this is Pageantry;--they look uncouthly,
But what of that? If he or she that own'd 'em,
Safe from Disquiet, sit, and smile to see
The Farce, their miserable Relicks play.
But here's a Sight is terrible indeed;
Is this that Haughty, Gallant, Gay Lothario,
That dear perfidous--Ah!--how Pale he looks!
How Grim with clotted Blood, and those dead Eyes!
Ascend ye Ghosts, fantastick Forms of Night,
In all your diff'rent, dreadful Shapes ascend,
And match the present Horror if you can.
(V.i, p. 53)",,21881,"","""'Tis well! these Solemn Sounds, this Pomp of Horror, / Are fit to feed the Frenzy in my Soul, / Here's room for Meditation, ev'n to Madness, / 'Till the Mind burst with Thinking.""","",2013-07-18 21:44:48 UTC,"Act V, scene i"
7550,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-18 21:45:58 UTC,"CALISTA.
Because my Soul was rudely drawn from yours;
A poor imperfect Copy of my Father,
Where Goodness, and the strength of manly Virtue,
Was thinly planted, and the idle Void
Fill'd up with light Belief, and easie Fondness;
It was, because I lov'd, and was a Woman.
(V.i, p. 54)",,21882,"","""Because my Soul was rudely drawn from yours; / A poor imperfect Copy of my Father, / Where Goodness, and the strength of manly Virtue, / Was thinly planted, and the idle Void / Fill'd up with light Belief, and easie Fondness; / It was, because I lov'd, and was a Woman.""","",2013-07-18 21:45:58 UTC,"Act V, scene i"