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• Vital spark of heavenly flame! Quit, O quit this mortal frame!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dying Christian to his Soul...
• Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dying Christian to his Soul...
• Lend, lend your wings! I mount! I fly! O grave! where is thy victory?
  O death! where is thy sting? -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dying Christian to his Soul...
• His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xiii, Line 38...
• 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...
• 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...
• The mouse that always trusts to one poor hole Can never be a mouse of any soul.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Wife of Bath, Her Prologue, Line 298...
• 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...