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• A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 90...
• All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iii, Line 158...
• And proud his mistress' order to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iii, Line 263...
• Silence, ye wolves! while Ralph to Cynthia howls, And makes night hideou
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iii, Line 165...
• How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book i, Line 279...
• Till Peter's keys some christen'd Jove adorn, And Pan to Moses lends his pagan horn.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iii, Line 109...
• And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book ii, Line 34...
• E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 614...
• How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 169...