Shakes His Ambrosial Curls, And Gives The Nod,-- The Stamp Of Fate, And Sanction Of The God.

And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 771...
Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 332...
He held his seat,--a friend to human race.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 18...
T is fortune gives us birth, But Jove alone endues the soul with worth.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xx, Line 290...
I live an idle burden to the ground.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xviii, Line 134...
I war not with the dead. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 485
The distant Trojans never injur'd me.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 200...
He serves me most who serves his country best.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book x, Line 201...
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 364...