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• But sure the eye of time beholds no name So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 591...
• The life which others pay let us bestow, And give to fame what we to nature owe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xii, Line 393...
• Achilles absent was Achilles still.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 418...
• Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xix, Line 303...
• Ajax the great... Himself a host.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book iii, Line 293...
• Andromache! my soul's far better part.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 624...
• And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xiii, Line 106...
• And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 771...
• A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book v, Line 16...