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• And for our country 't is a bliss to die.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xv, Line 583...
• Heroes as great have died, and yet shall fall.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xv, Line 157...
• Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book iv, Line 451...
• He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 143...
• Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 332...
• Praise from a friend, or censure from a foe, Are lost on hearers that our merits know.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book x, Line 293...
• The young Astyanax, the hope of Troy.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 467...
• Accept these grateful tears! for thee they flow,-- For thee, that ever felt another's woe!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xix, Line 319...
• It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.
  'T is more by art than force of num'rous strokes....