work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3697,"","Searching ""wax"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-04-11 00:00:00 UTC,"ARI.
I have so gally'd 'em, 'twould make your Graces hair stand on end to see how they look; though your heart more stony was then Coblers wax i'th' dog days, 'twould make it in your mouth dissolve like Culvers dung.",,9565,"•REVISIT
•Again, Shakespeare?!","""[Y]our heart more stony was then Coblers wax i'th' dog days""","",2009-09-14 19:34:19 UTC,"Act IV, scene i"
3700,"",Reading,2003-07-23 00:00:00 UTC,"DORIMANT
""Music so softens and disarms the mind--""
HARRIET
""That not one arrow does resistance find.""
(Act V, scene ii, p. 143)",2003-10-23,9581,"•Dorimant quotes Waller throughout the play. Harriet, his equal in wit, is able to finish his couplets for him. From ""Of my Lady Isabella, Playing on the Lute"" (ll. 11-12)","""Music so softens and disarms the mind.""","",2011-05-25 20:58:34 UTC,"Act V, scene ii. Dorimant and Harriet Woodvill split a Waller couplet"
3700,"",Reading,2003-07-23 00:00:00 UTC,"SIR FOPLING
Hey, Champagne, Norman, La Rose, La Fleur, La Tour, La Verdure!--Dorimant!--
LADY WOODVILL
Here, here he is among this rout! He names him! Come away, Harriet, come away!
Exeunt Lady Woodvill, Harriet, Busy, and Young Bellair.
DORIMANT
This fool's coming has spoiled all: she's gone. But she has left a pleasing image of herself that wanders in my soul. It must not settle there.
SIR FOPLING
What reverie is this? Speak, man.
DORIMANT
""Snatched from myself, how far behind
Already I behold the shore!""
(Act III, scene iii, p. 115)",,9585,"• Dorimant has just met Harriet Woodvill. Dorimant quotes Waller's ""Of Loving at First Sight""
•An early use of ""reverie""? (in 1676!)
•I've included twice: Wandering and Settling","""But she has left a pleasing image of herself that wanders in my soul. It must not settle there.""",Inhabitants,2013-06-04 15:59:11 UTC,"Act III, scene iii"
3700,"",Reading,2003-07-23 00:00:00 UTC,"As Amoret with Phillis sat
One evening on the plain,
And saw the charming Strephon wait
To tell the nymph his pain,
The threat'ning danger to remove,
She whispered in his ear,
""Ah Phillis, if you would not love,
This shepherd do not hear:
None ever had so strange an art,
His passion to convey
Into a list'ning virgin's heart
And steal her soul away.
(Act V, scene ii, p. 143)",,9586,•My reading: the passion (like a lover) makes its way into the heart (a home) and steals away or elopes with the soul (a young virgin).,"The soul may be stolen from a ""list'ning"" virgin's heart","",2009-09-14 19:34:20 UTC,"Act V, scene ii. Busy sings song ""made"" by Dorimant. Emilia teases Harriet, who has had the song sung ""at least a dozen times"" that morning."
3700,"",Reading,2003-07-23 00:00:00 UTC,"MRS. LOVEIT
Was it no idle mistress, then?
DORIMANT
Believe me--a wife, to repair the ruins of my estate that needs it.
MRS. LOVEIT
The knowledge of this makes my grief hang lighter on my soul, but I shall never more be happy.
(V, ii, p. 147)",2011-05-23,9587,"Dorimant tries to ""clear"" himself with Mrs. Loveit","""The knowledge of this makes my grief hang lighter on my soul, but I shall never more be happy.""","",2011-05-23 17:19:58 UTC,"Act V, scene ii"
3701,"",Searching HDIS,2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"D. JOH.
I find thou retir'st here, and never readst or thinkst.
Can that blind faculty the Will be free,
When it depends upon the Understanding?
Which argues first before the Will can chuse;
And the last Dictate of the Judgment sways
The Will, as in a Balance, the last Weight
Put in the Scale, lifts up the other end,
And with the same Necessity.
HERM.
But foolish men and sinners act against
Their Understandings, which inform 'em better.
D. ANT.
None willingly do any thing against the last
Dictates of their Judgments, whatsoe'r men do,
Their present opinions lead 'em to.
D. LOP.
As fools that are afraid of sin, are by the thought
Of present pleasure, or some other reason,
Necessarily byass'd to pursue
The opinion they are of at that moment.
HERM.
The Understanding yet is free, and might perswade 'em better.
D. JOH.
The Understanding never can be free;
For what we understand, spite of our selves we do:
All objects are ready form'd and plac'd
To our hands; and these the Senses to the Mind convey,
And as those represent them, this must judge :
How can the Will be free, when the Understanding,
On which the Will depends, cannot be so.
HERM.
Lay by your devillish Philosophy, and change the dangerous and destructive course of your leud lives.
D. ANT.
Change our natures? Go bid a Blackamore be white, we follow our Constitutions, which we did not give our selves.",,9590,"•Title says tragedy, C-H says comedy. Huh? REVISIT.
•I've included twice: Balance and Scale","The understanding argues before the will can choose and ""the last Dictate of the Judgment sways / The Will, as in a Balance, the last Weight / Put in the Scale, lifts up the other end""","",2009-09-14 19:34:20 UTC,Act III
3718,"","Searching ""seal"" and ""heart"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-04-24 00:00:00 UTC,"GOODV.
No more; I'm thine, and here I seal my heart to thee for ever.",2009-06-09,9612,"","""No more; I'm thine, and here I seal my heart to thee for ever.""","",2009-09-14 19:34:21 UTC,Act IV
3626,"",Reading,2012-01-28 20:23:11 UTC,"[...] Plotting and writing in this kind, are certainly more troublesome employments than many which signify more, and are of greater moment in the world: The fancy, memory, and judgment are then extended (like so many limbs) upon the rack; all of them reaching with their utmost stress at nature; a thing so almost infinite and boundless, as can never fully be comprehended, but where the images of all things are always present. Yet I wonder not, your Lordship succeeds so well in this attempt: the knowledge of men is your daily practice in the world; to work and bend their stubborn minds, which go not all after the same grain, but each of them so particular a way, that the same common humours, in several persons, must be wrought upon by several means. Thus, my Lord, your sickness is but the imitation of your health; the poet but subordinate to the statesman in you: you still govern men with the same address, and manage business with the same prudence; allowing it here, as in the world, the due increase and growth, till it comes to the just height; and then turning it when it is fully ripe, and Nature calls out, as it were, to be delivered. With this only advantage of ease to you in your poetry, that you have fortune here at your command; with which, wisdom does often unsuccessfully struggle in the world. Here is no chance which you have not foreseen; all your heroes are more than your subjects, they are your creatures; and though they seem to move freely in all the sallies of their passions, yet you make destinies for them which they cannot shun. They are moved, if I may dare to say so, like the rational creatures of the Almighty Poet, who walk at liberty, in their own opinion, because their fetters are invincible, when indeed the prison of their will is the more sure for being large; and instead of an absolute power over their actions, they have only a wretched desire of doing that, which they cannot choose but do.",,19545,"","""The fancy, memory, and judgment are then extended (like so many limbs) upon the rack; all of them reaching with their utmost stress at nature; a thing so almost infinite and boundless, as can never fully be comprehended, but where the images of all things are always present.""","",2012-01-28 20:23:11 UTC,""
3626,"",Reading,2012-01-28 20:24:15 UTC,"I have dwelt, my Lord, thus long upon your writing, not because you deserve not greater and more noble commendations, but because I am not equally able to express them in other subjects. Like an ill swimmer, I have willingly staid long in my own depth; and though I am eager of performing more, yet am loath to venture out beyond my knowledge: for beyond your poetry, my Lord, all is ocean to me. To speak of you as a soldier, or a statesman, were only to betray my own ignorance; and I could hope no better success from it, than that miserable rhetorician had, who solemnly declaimed before Hannibal, of the conduct of arms, and the art of war. I can only say in general, that the souls of other men shine out at little crannies; they understand some one thing, perhaps to admiration, while they are darkened on all the other parts: but your Lordship's soul is an entire globe of light, breaking out on every side; and if I have only discovered one beam of it, 'tis not that the light falls unequally, but because the body which receives it, is of unequal parts.",,19546,"","""I can only say in general, that the souls of other men shine out at little crannies; they understand some one thing, perhaps to admiration, while they are darkened on all the other parts: but your Lordship's soul is an entire globe of light, breaking out on every side; and if I have only discovered one beam of it, 'tis not that the light falls unequally, but because the body which receives it, is of unequal parts.""","",2012-01-28 20:24:15 UTC,""
7270,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2012-06-29 16:44:28 UTC,"JACINTHA.
What have you laid an ambush for me?
WILDBLOOD.
Only to make a Reprisal of my heart.
JACINTHA.
'Tis so wild, that the Lady who has it in her keeping, would be glad she were well rid on't: it does so flutter about the Cage. 'Tis a meer Bajazet; and if it be not let out the sooner, will beat out the brains against the Grates.
WILDBLOOD.
I am afraid the Lady has not fed it, and 'tis wild for hunger.
JACINTHA.
Or perhaps it wants company; shall she put another to it?
WILDBLOOD.
I; but then 'twere best to trust 'em out of the Cage together; let 'em hop about at libertie.
JACINTHA.
But if they should lose one another in the wide world.
WILDBLOOD.
They'll meet at night I warrant 'em.
JACINTHA.
But is not your heart of the nature of those Birds that breed in one Countrie, and goe to winter in another?
WILDBLOOD.
Suppose it does so; yet I take my Mate along with me. And now to leave our parables, and speak in the language of the vulgar, what think you of a voyage to merry England?
JACINTHA.
Just as Æsop's Frog did, of leaping into a deep Well in a drought: if he ventur'd the leap, there might be water; but if there were no water, how should he get out again?
(II)",,19817,"","""'Tis so wild [Wildblood's heart], that the Lady who has it in her keeping, would be glad she were well rid on't: it does so flutter about the Cage. 'Tis a meer Bajazet; and if it be not let out the sooner, will beat out the brains against the Grates.""",Beasts,2012-06-29 16:45:15 UTC,Act II