work_id,theme,provenance,created_at,text,reviewed_on,id,comments,metaphor,dictionary,updated_at,context
3679,"",Searching HDIS,2004-10-14 00:00:00 UTC,"Nor can I think, to the writing of his humors (which were not onely the follies, but vices and subtleties of men) that wit was not required, but judgment; where, by the way, they speak as if judgment were a less thing than wit. But certainly it was meant otherwise by nature, who subjected wit to the government of judgment, which is the noblest faculty of the mind. Fancy rough-draws, but judgement smooths and finishes; nay judgment does in deed comprehend wit, for no man can have that who has not wit. In fancy mad men equal, if not excel all others, and one may as well say that one of those mad men is as good a man as a temperate wiseman, as that one of the very fancyful Plays (admired most by Women) can be so good a Play as one of Johnson's correct, and well-govern'd Comedies.",,9541,"","""Fancy rough-draws, but judgement smooths and finishes.""","",2011-11-24 17:37:31 UTC,Front Matter
4283,"",Searching in HDIS (Drama),2005-08-29 00:00:00 UTC,"ASP.
One Question more Sir--Have you quite forgot Fidelia.
SIR CHA.
The Absence of an old Mistress makes room for a new one--Therefore I have blotted her from my Fancy, like a Painter that strikes one form out of his Cloth, to lay in another.
ASP.
Sir, Consider, and don't run headlong thus to your own Destruction.",2011-11-24,11201,"","""The Absence of an old Mistress makes room for a new one--Therefore I have blotted her from my Fancy, like a Painter that strikes one form out of his Cloth, to lay in another.""","",2011-11-24 19:26:39 UTC,"Act III, scene 3ii"
4368,"","Searching ""engrav"" and ""passion"" in HDIS (Drama)",2005-03-09 00:00:00 UTC,"HONORIA.
Dear Honoria! how emphatically had Love address'd that to my Sister. Blind Liberia, I pity thee!--Tho' shou'd Reflection correct thy wandering Fanc. -- Wretched Honoria!--Passion is yet my Foe, tho' Friendship has already won his Soul: Esteem may in time correct his Passions too, and turn him from a vain Pursuit. When Friendship engraves the Image of Love, 'tis true, she proceeds by slow Degrees,
But forms each Feature with the deepest Art,
And carves a lasting Image on the Heart.",2011-11-24,11481,"","""When Friendship engraves the Image of Love, 'tis true, she proceeds by slow Degrees, But forms each Feature with the deepest Art, / And carves a lasting Image on the Heart.""","",2011-11-24 19:33:32 UTC,"Act I, scene xiii"
5253,"","Searching ""heart"" and ""engrav"" in HDIS (Poetry); confirmed in ECCO",2005-03-08 00:00:00 UTC,"HENRIQUES.
Is this the land, Gernando, thou hast sought?
GERNANDO.
Ev'n this my friend, its well known image here
Remains engraven by the hand of love:
My beating heart confirms it for the same.
SYLVIA.
Might I but view their face.--
HENRIQUES.
Perchance, my friend,
We yet may be deceiv'd--
(pp. 157-8)
",,14152,Engraven where?,"""Ev'n this my friend, its well known image here / Remains engraven by the hand of love: / My beating heart confirms it for the same.""","",2014-02-24 04:53:39 UTC,Scene iv
5459,"","Reading, but passage copied from HDIS",2003-11-02 00:00:00 UTC,"ABS.
Nay, but hear me--
LYD.
No, Sir, you could not think that such paltry artifices could please me, when the mask was thrown off!--But I suppose since your tricks have made you secure of my fortune , you are little solicitous about my affections .--But here, Sir, here is the picture--Beverley's picture!
(taking a miniature from her bosom)
which I have worn, night and day, in spite of threats and entreaties!-- There, Sir,
(flings it to him)
and be assured I throw the original from my heart as easily!
Abs.
Nay, nay, Ma'am, we will not differ as to that.--Here,
(taking out a picture)
here is Miss Lydia Languish.--What a difference!--aye, there is the heav'nly assenting smile, that first gave soul and spirit to my hopes!--those are the lips which seal'd a vow, as yet scarce dry in Cupid's calendar! --and there the half resentful blush, that would have check'd the ardour of my thanks--Well, all that's past!--all over indeed!--There, Madam-- in beauty , that copy is not equal to you, but in my mind it's merit over the original, in being still the same, is suc. --that--I cannot find in my heart to part with it.
[Puts it up again.
(Act IV, scene ii)",,14602,"","""[B]e assured I throw the original from my heart as easily!""","",2009-09-14 19:41:22 UTC,Absolute is detected in his attempt to masquerade as Ensign Beverley
7548,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-17 03:59:28 UTC,"ARPASIA.
Imagine somewhat exquisitly fine,
Which Fancy cannot paint, which the pleas'd Mind
Can barely know, unable to describe it;
Imagine, 'tis a Tract of endless Joys,
Without Satiety, or Interruption;
Imagine, 'tis to meet, and part no more.
(II.ii, p. 29)",,21847,"","""Imagine somewhat exquisitly fine, /
Which Fancy cannot paint, which the pleas'd Mind / Can barely know, unable to describe it.""","",2013-07-17 03:59:28 UTC,"Act II, scene ii"
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"
7565,"",C-H Lion,2013-07-25 03:36:32 UTC,"RODOGUNE.
Why do I stay,
Why linger thus within this hated Place,
Where ev'ry Object shocks my loathing Eyes,
And calls my injur'd Glory to Remembrance?
The King!--the Wretch; but wherefore did I name him?
Find out, my Soul, in thy rich Store of Thought,
Somewhat more Great, more Worthy of thy self;
Or let the mimick Fancy shew its Art,
And paint some pleasing Image to delight me.
Let Beauty mix with Majesty and Youth,
Let manly Grace be temper'd well with Softness;
Let Love, the God himself, adorn the Work,
And I will call the charming Fantome, Aribert.
Oh Venus!--whither--whither would I wander?
Be husht, my Tongue--ye Gods!--'tis he himself.--
(III.i, p. 27)",,22020,"","""Find out, my Soul, in thy rich Store of Thought, / Somewhat more Great, more Worthy of thy self; / Or let the mimick Fancy shew its Art, / And paint some pleasing Image to delight me.""","",2013-07-25 03:36:32 UTC,"Act III, scene i"
7619,"",LION,2013-08-17 21:32:35 UTC,"DON ALONZO
O pitiful! O Terrible to Sight!
Poor mangled Shade, all cover'd o'er with Wounds,
And so disguis'd with Blood! Who murder'd Thee?
Tell thy sad Tale, and Thou shalt be reveng'd.
Ha! Carlos!--Horror! Carlos? --Oh away!
Go to thy Grave, or let me sink to mine.
I cannot bear the Sight.--What Sight?--Where am I?
There's nothing here--If this was Fancy's Work,
She draws a Picture strongly.--
(V.i, p. 49)",,22306,"","""If this was Fancy's Work, / She draws a Picture strongly.""","",2013-08-17 21:32:35 UTC,Act V
7669,"",Lion,2013-09-04 01:52:26 UTC,"FRUGI.
No, thou art all that's elegant and fair,
And perfect upon earth; and Caius happy
Beyond whatever gratitude express'd,
Or fancy drew, when glowing raptures catch
The poet's breast, and set the soul on fire.
(pp. 22-3)",,22673,"","""No, thou art all that's elegant and fair, / And perfect upon earth; and Caius happy / Beyond whatever gratitude express'd, / Or fancy drew, when glowing raptures catch / The poet's breast, and set the soul on fire.""","",2013-09-04 01:52:26 UTC,""