Literary notes about CLOY (AI summary)
The word "cloy" in literature often conveys a sense of being excessively saturated or overwhelmed, whether emotionally, sensorially, or physically. In Milton’s verse, the soul is burdened by a surplus of woes, suggesting that too much sorrow can overwhelm one's spirit [1]. La Fontaine uses the term in two different contexts: first, to describe overindulgence of appetite in a literal and metaphorical sense [2], and later to note that a text, when consumed in its original form, avoids such over-satiation of the reader's interest [3]. Plutarch warns against self-indulgence by urging one not to cloy oneself with pleasures, while Marcus Aurelius and Webster apply the term to the gradual weariness brought about by continual exposure to spectacle and noise, respectively [4, 5, 6]. Even Rabelais toys with the concept by questioning whether it might be wise to "cloy" all one's ordnance, highlighting the rhetorical versatility of the term [7].
- 3 For cloy'd with woes and trouble store Surcharg'd my Soul doth lie, 10 My life at death's uncherful dore Unto the grave draws nigh. 4 Reck'n'd
— from The Poetical Works of John Milton by John Milton - And did I nurse the darling boy, Your fiendish appetite to cloy?' With that they knock'd him on the head.
— from Fables of La Fontaine — a New Edition, with Notes by Jean de La Fontaine - To those who read it in the original, it is one of the few which never cloy the appetite.
— from Fables of La Fontaine — a New Edition, with Notes by Jean de La Fontaine - Sate and cloy your 243 self on these, you will by so doing vex and enrage none of your associates.
— from Plutarch's Morals by Plutarch - In the amphitheatre and other such resorts the same or similar spectacles, continually presented, cloy at last.
— from The Meditations of the Emperor Marcus Aurelius Antoninus by Emperor of Rome Marcus Aurelius - As ravens, screech-owls, bulls, and bears, We 'll bell, and bawl our parts, Till irksome noise have cloy'd your ears And corrosiv'd your hearts.
— from The Duchess of Malfi by John Webster - Yea but, said Carpalin, were it not good to cloy all their ordnance?
— from Gargantua and Pantagruel by François Rabelais