"Heart, voice, mein, visage, all, pay love their aid, / Cupid exacts more strict alliance made; / 'Twixt the mind's states, than, once, 'twixt Europe's, he, / Who bound all princes--yet, left none unfree."
— Hill, Aaron (1685-1750)
Author
Work Title
Place of Publication
London
Date
1746, 1753
Metaphor
"Heart, voice, mein, visage, all, pay love their aid, / Cupid exacts more strict alliance made; / 'Twixt the mind's states, than, once, 'twixt Europe's, he, / Who bound all princes--yet, left none unfree."
Metaphor in Context
But hold--contempt, wrong plac'd, becomes unjust;
Perhaps, stage whiners gave love's friends disgust:
For, (goblin like) there, lovers walk, unshown,
Talk'd of, in every play--yet, seen, in none.
Lost, in unfeeling, cold, affected drawl,
They touch no tenderness, attempting all?
Lump'd, lazy, lifeless indolence--one cause--
And one, th' admiring fool's misjudg'd applause.
Why shou'd pain sweat for praise, proud ease can win,
By the rais'd footstep, and exalted chin?
By the heav'd halt, that swings its load along,
Clumsily solemn, and serenely wrong?
By the big, broad, round, mellow troundling troll,
That means no passion, and conveys no soul:
Half swells, then sinks, like sails of ships becalm'd,
A dry, dead, sweet--man's mummied voice embalm'd.
Shame on the whineling, sleep-inducive, tone!
Not, by such glow-worm glimpse, love's fires are shown:
Heart, voice, mein, visage, all, pay love their aid,
Cupid exacts more strict alliance made;
'Twixt the mind's states, than, once, 'twixt Europe's, he,
Who bound all princes--yet, left none unfree.
Not such loose treaties please th' all-buckling God,
Punctual, he yokes tun'd sounds, to meaning's nod:
Pardons no void, vain, voluble harangue,
And hates to hear the unaiming bowstring twang.
Perhaps, stage whiners gave love's friends disgust:
For, (goblin like) there, lovers walk, unshown,
Talk'd of, in every play--yet, seen, in none.
Lost, in unfeeling, cold, affected drawl,
They touch no tenderness, attempting all?
Lump'd, lazy, lifeless indolence--one cause--
And one, th' admiring fool's misjudg'd applause.
Why shou'd pain sweat for praise, proud ease can win,
By the rais'd footstep, and exalted chin?
By the heav'd halt, that swings its load along,
Clumsily solemn, and serenely wrong?
By the big, broad, round, mellow troundling troll,
That means no passion, and conveys no soul:
Half swells, then sinks, like sails of ships becalm'd,
A dry, dead, sweet--man's mummied voice embalm'd.
Shame on the whineling, sleep-inducive, tone!
Not, by such glow-worm glimpse, love's fires are shown:
Heart, voice, mein, visage, all, pay love their aid,
Cupid exacts more strict alliance made;
'Twixt the mind's states, than, once, 'twixt Europe's, he,
Who bound all princes--yet, left none unfree.
Not such loose treaties please th' all-buckling God,
Punctual, he yokes tun'd sounds, to meaning's nod:
Pardons no void, vain, voluble harangue,
And hates to hear the unaiming bowstring twang.
Categories
Provenance
Reading at the Folger Library
Citation
At least 4 entries in ESTC (1746, 1753, 1754, 1779).
Text from The Works of the Late Aaron Hill, 4 vols. (London: Printed for the Benefit of the Family, 1753).
Copy at Folger Library also consulted. Aaron Hill, The Art of Acting. Part 1. Deriving Rules from a New Principle, for Touching the Passions in a Natural Manner. An Essay of General Use. (London: Printed for J. Osborn, 1746).
Text from The Works of the Late Aaron Hill, 4 vols. (London: Printed for the Benefit of the Family, 1753).
Copy at Folger Library also consulted. Aaron Hill, The Art of Acting. Part 1. Deriving Rules from a New Principle, for Touching the Passions in a Natural Manner. An Essay of General Use. (London: Printed for J. Osborn, 1746).
Date of Entry
03/05/2012
