And Rest At Last Where Souls Unbodied Dwell, In Ever-flowing Meads Of Asphodel.

And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xxiv, Line 557...
The ruins of himself! now worn away With age, yet still majestic in decay.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xxiv, Line 271...
For too much rest itself becomes a pain.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xv, Line 429...
The sex is ever to a soldier kind.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xiv, Line 246...
A decent boldness ever meets with friends.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book vii, Line 67...
And bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind, The last and hardest conquest of the mind.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xiii, Line 353...
The mildest manners with the bravest mind.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxiv, Line 963...
Two urns by Jove's high throne have ever stood,-- The source of evil one, and one of good.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxiv, Line 663...
A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book viii, Line 432...