"Then do ten Thousand Ideas crowd into my Brain, and offer me Subjects for eternal Imprecations; and 'tis Forty to One if I don't begin and rant tragically to my self in some of Lee's or Otway's Elegancies."
— Theobald, Lewis (1688-1744)
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Date
April 13, 1715
Metaphor
"Then do ten Thousand Ideas crowd into my Brain, and offer me Subjects for eternal Imprecations; and 'tis Forty to One if I don't begin and rant tragically to my self in some of Lee's or Otway's Elegancies."
Metaphor in Context
Upon this Dilemma, I throw my self back into a Chair and sit moody, till a Coal falls on the Skirts of my Nightgown, and makes me start up from that Posture of Austerity, to settle the Fire in better Order; to which End I pother till I stir it out, let the Poker drive full at the back of the Stove for Madness, fall again into a State of Melancholy, and cherish Distasts and ill-natur'd Reflections. Then do ten Thousand Ideas crowd into my Brain, and offer me Subjects for eternal Imprecations; and 'tis Forty to One if I don't begin and rant tragically to my self in some of Lee's or Otway's Elegancies.
(p. 9)
(p. 9)
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3 entries in ESTC (1717).
Text from The Censor, 2nd ed., 2 vols. (London: Jonas Brown, 1717). <Link to Google Booksgt;
Text from The Censor, 2nd ed., 2 vols. (London: Jonas Brown, 1717). <Link to Google Booksgt;
Date of Entry
07/06/2012
