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• Dogs, ye have had your day!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xxii, Line 41...
• When now Aurora, daughter of the dawn, With rosy lustre purpled o'er the lawn.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 516...
• And what so tedious as a twice-told tale.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xii, Line 538...
• For dear to gods and men is sacred song. Self-taught I sing
  by Heaven, and Heaven alone, The genuine seeds of poesy are sown....
• Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 392...
• Achilles absent was Achilles still.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 418...
• Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 422...
• No season now for calm familiar talk.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 169...
• Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 543...