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• Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 332...
• And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 771...
• 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
• Dispel this cloud, the light of Heaven restore; Give me to see, and Ajax asks no more.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xvii, Line 730...
• He serves me most who serves his country best.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book x, Line 201...
• Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 1...
• Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 684...
• Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xix, Line 303...