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• He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 143...
• Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 364...
• And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 771...
• I live an idle burden to the ground.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xviii, Line 134...
• The distant Trojans never injur'd me.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 200...
• Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 332...
• T is true, 't is certain; man though dead retains Part of himself
  he immortal mind remains....
• Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 684...
• Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 1...