"My Guts are grumbling a kind of Tune, Like the Base Pipes of an Organ: I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn."
— D'Urfey, Thomas (1653?-1723)
Author
Place of Publication
London
Publisher
Printed for R. Bentley ... and J. Hindmarsh [etc.]
Date
1686
Metaphor
"My Guts are grumbling a kind of Tune, Like the Base Pipes of an Organ: I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn."
Metaphor in Context
FRUG.
Oh what a Tempest have I in my Stomach? My Guts are grumbling a kind of Tune, Like the Base Pipes of an Organ: I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn.
Oh what a Tempest have I in my Stomach? My Guts are grumbling a kind of Tune, Like the Base Pipes of an Organ: I am starv'd into a Substance so thin, that my Body is transparent; you may see my heart, and the appurtenances, hang up here in its mortal Closet, as easily as a Candle in a Lanthorn.
Provenance
Searching in HDIS (Drama)
Theme
REVISIT: This is not a metaphor of mind?
Date of Entry
09/07/2005
