An image may be "too strongly stamp'd, to be soon effac'd" from one's [breast? mind?]
— Miller, James (1704-1744)
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
J. Watts
Date
1730
Metaphor
An image may be "too strongly stamp'd, to be soon effac'd" from one's [breast? mind?]
Metaphor in Context
VICTORIA Sola.
VICTORIA
Well, Clarinda, I see you are true to the Maxim of your Sex, of two Evils, to chuse the worst; tho' I should think my self very fortunate, as the World goes now, to have such an honourable Lover as the Colonel--but, alas! I am wretched, in having plac'd my first Affections on a Man that so little deserves them--I was in hopes his mean Attempt on my Virtue, had banish'd every tender Thought of him from my Breast: But I find his Image is too strongly stamp'd, to be so soon effac'd; and whilst I am thinking to forget him--I fear I'm only thinking of him--Ha! here again!--and I alone --I was certainly bewitch'd!--Bless me! what can I do?--Where shall I run?--O, here's an Arbour, I'll hide my self in that.
[Goes into the Arbour.
Enter GAINLOVE, musing.
GAINLOVE
How powerful are the Charms of Modesty!
That, like the Sun-beams ripening Gems in Rocks,
Can kindle Virtues in the roughest Breast.
What a happy Turn of Mind, and generous Sentiments, has the inflexible Innocence of that lovely Creature inspir'd me with--And I now feel a more exquisite Pleasure from a Repulse--than I e'er knew in all my vicious Conquests o'er the Sex.
VICTORIA
[listning.]
Pray Heaven he speak the Truth.
GAINLOVE
How falsely have I hitherto judg'd of Happiness! placing my Heaven in Luxury and Lewdness, where still the very Means prevent the End; for Vicious Pleasures are destroyed like Powder, by the same Match they are kindl'd; and could but Women search our Breasts, they would easily perceive that the only way to preserve our Love and Admiration, is to gain our Esteem, by preserving their own Virtue--for we no longer regard a beauteous Face, than 'tis the Index of a beauteous Mind.
VICTORIA
Well, I am strangely pleased with this--I may venture to let him see me now--
[Walks across the Stage, as not observing him.
GAINLOVE
Ha! is not that she?--it is--and I'll embrace this lucky Moment to sue for Pardon,
[Going towards her, stops short.]
and yet, methinks I'm now asham'd to see her; for sure she must scorn and hate me for my senseless Insult--No--I injure her by such unjust Suspicions--real Innocence, and unaffected Virtue, never insult a Person for Mistakes they are sensible of and acknowledge--
[Goes up to her, and takes her by the Hand
VICTORIA
[Starting, as seeming surpized.]
What, Sir's, your Meaning --to affront me in the manner you have done already?
(III.i)
VICTORIA
Well, Clarinda, I see you are true to the Maxim of your Sex, of two Evils, to chuse the worst; tho' I should think my self very fortunate, as the World goes now, to have such an honourable Lover as the Colonel--but, alas! I am wretched, in having plac'd my first Affections on a Man that so little deserves them--I was in hopes his mean Attempt on my Virtue, had banish'd every tender Thought of him from my Breast: But I find his Image is too strongly stamp'd, to be so soon effac'd; and whilst I am thinking to forget him--I fear I'm only thinking of him--Ha! here again!--and I alone --I was certainly bewitch'd!--Bless me! what can I do?--Where shall I run?--O, here's an Arbour, I'll hide my self in that.
[Goes into the Arbour.
Enter GAINLOVE, musing.
GAINLOVE
How powerful are the Charms of Modesty!
That, like the Sun-beams ripening Gems in Rocks,
Can kindle Virtues in the roughest Breast.
What a happy Turn of Mind, and generous Sentiments, has the inflexible Innocence of that lovely Creature inspir'd me with--And I now feel a more exquisite Pleasure from a Repulse--than I e'er knew in all my vicious Conquests o'er the Sex.
VICTORIA
[listning.]
Pray Heaven he speak the Truth.
GAINLOVE
How falsely have I hitherto judg'd of Happiness! placing my Heaven in Luxury and Lewdness, where still the very Means prevent the End; for Vicious Pleasures are destroyed like Powder, by the same Match they are kindl'd; and could but Women search our Breasts, they would easily perceive that the only way to preserve our Love and Admiration, is to gain our Esteem, by preserving their own Virtue--for we no longer regard a beauteous Face, than 'tis the Index of a beauteous Mind.
VICTORIA
Well, I am strangely pleased with this--I may venture to let him see me now--
[Walks across the Stage, as not observing him.
GAINLOVE
Ha! is not that she?--it is--and I'll embrace this lucky Moment to sue for Pardon,
[Going towards her, stops short.]
and yet, methinks I'm now asham'd to see her; for sure she must scorn and hate me for my senseless Insult--No--I injure her by such unjust Suspicions--real Innocence, and unaffected Virtue, never insult a Person for Mistakes they are sensible of and acknowledge--
[Goes up to her, and takes her by the Hand
VICTORIA
[Starting, as seeming surpized.]
What, Sir's, your Meaning --to affront me in the manner you have done already?
(III.i)
Categories
Provenance
Researching Soliloquy in HDIS (Drama); Found again "stamp" and "thought" and "breast"
Citation
First performed on January 9, 1730. 4 entries in ESTC (1730).
The Humours of Oxford. A Comedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal, By His Majesty's Servants. By a Gentleman of Wadham-College (London: J. Watts, 1730).
The Humours of Oxford. A Comedy. As it is Acted at the Theatre-Royal, By His Majesty's Servants. By a Gentleman of Wadham-College (London: J. Watts, 1730).
Theme
Soliloquy
Date of Entry
03/05/2004
