"Take heed then, heedless Swains, how you come nigh her, / For if she pop her Head but out of Windows, / Your Hearts, as sure as Fate, are burnt to Cinders."
— Mottley, John (1692-1750)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for J. Watts [etc.]
Date
1730
Metaphor
"Take heed then, heedless Swains, how you come nigh her, / For if she pop her Head but out of Windows, / Your Hearts, as sure as Fate, are burnt to Cinders."
Metaphor in Context
STAN.
Well, well, I see you have no mind to it. However you shall hear these three or four Lines. To Celia 'tis--Ay, here they are.
To Celia 'tis I owe my burning Smart,
Cupid with Brimstone sure had ting'd his Dart,
When from her flaming Eyes he scorch'd my Heart.
The Sun's not brighter, nor more full of Fire;
Take heed then, heedless Swains, how you come nigh her,
For if she pop her Head but out of Windows,
Your Hearts, as sure as Fate, are burnt to Cinders.
Well, well, I see you have no mind to it. However you shall hear these three or four Lines. To Celia 'tis--Ay, here they are.
To Celia 'tis I owe my burning Smart,
Cupid with Brimstone sure had ting'd his Dart,
When from her flaming Eyes he scorch'd my Heart.
The Sun's not brighter, nor more full of Fire;
Take heed then, heedless Swains, how you come nigh her,
For if she pop her Head but out of Windows,
Your Hearts, as sure as Fate, are burnt to Cinders.
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Provenance
Searching in HDIS (Drama)
Date of Entry
01/25/2006
