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• Gloomy as night he stands.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 749...
• The bank he press'd, and gently kiss'd the ground.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book v, Line 596...
• For never, never, wicked man was wise.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ii, Line 320...
• Up the high hill he heaves a huge round stone.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 736...
• And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xii, Line 538...
• Rare gift! but oh what gift to fools avails!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book x, Line 29...
• Few sons attain the praise Of their great sires, and most their sires disgrace.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ii, Line 315...
• Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ii, Line 207...
• And taste The melancholy joy of evils past: For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xv, Line 434...