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• Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 412...
• 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...
• Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ix, Line 20...
• Patroclus, lov'd of all my martial train, Beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xviii, Line 103...
• A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 725...
• Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd, Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 628...
• Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 544...
• Achilles absent was Achilles still.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 418...