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• With all its beauteous honours on its head.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book iv, Line 557...
• All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iii, Line 158...
• The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 188...
• 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...
• Judicious drank, and greatly daring din'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 318...
• A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 90...
• Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round, And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 311...
• To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines, Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 301...