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• What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 541...
• A faultless body and a blameless mind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 138...
• The lot of man,--to suffer and to die.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 117...
• Just are the ways of Heaven: from Heaven proceed The woes of ma
  Heaven doom'd the Greeks to bleed,-- A theme of future song!...
• 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...
• Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ix, Line 20...
• 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...
• 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...
• Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies; And sure he will
  for Wisdom never lies. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 25...