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• One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 273...
• Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 57...
• He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Last line...
• Andromache! my soul's far better part.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 624...
• Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 543...
• And love the offender, yet detest the offence.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 192...
• And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 66...
• How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 207...
• In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 505...