In Ev'ry Sorrowing Soul I Pour'd Delight, And Poverty Stood Smiling In My Sight.

Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 392...
Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 576...
His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xiii, Line 38...
Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 387...
The long historian of my country's woes.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 142...
Andromache! my soul's far better part.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 624...
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 543...
Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ix, Line 20...
In death a hero, as in life a friend!
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xvii, Line 758...