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• A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book viii, Line 432...
• And every eye Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book viii, Line 17...
• Behold on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book viii, Line 367...
• Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed The woes of ma
  Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,-- A theme of future song!...
• And wine can of their wits the wise beguile, Make the sage frolic, and the serious smile.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xiv, Line 520...
• And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xxiv, Line 557...
• For too much rest itself becomes a pain.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xv, Line 429...
• There in the bright assemblies of the skies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 745...
• A faultless body and a blameless mind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 138...