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• And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 57...
• The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 14...
• What beckoning ghost along the moonlight shade Invites my steps, and points to yonder glade?
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 1...
• So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 45...
• By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 51...
• How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom bego
  A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!...
• Amusement: the happiness of those who cannot think. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744)
• Is not absence death to those who love? -- Alexander Pope
• And what he greatly thought, he nobly dar'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ii, Line 312...