And Taste The Melancholy Joy Of Evils Past: For He Who Much Has Suffer'd, Much Will Know.

For too much rest itself becomes a pain.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xv, Line 429...
Who love too much, hate in the like extreme, And both the golden mean alike condemn.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xv, Line 79...
Discourse, the sweeter banquet of the mind.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xv, Line 433...
For love deceives the best of womankind.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xv, Line 463...
The lot of man,--to suffer and to die.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 117...
True friendship's laws are by this rule exprest,-- Welcome the coming, speed the parting guest.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xv, Line 83...
And o'er the past Oblivion stretch her wing.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xxiv, Line 557...
And what he greatly thought, he nobly dar'd.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ii, Line 312...
Gloomy as night he stands.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 749...