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• Tell me, my soul, can this be death?
  -- 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...
• Hark! they whisper; angels say, Sister spirit, come away!
  -- 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...
• Marge: Lisa, if you ever want to quit and come home, I'll be here in half a jiff.
  Bart: [poking his head into frame] I want to quit and come home....
• 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...
• If at first you don't succeed, quit, quit at once.
• In pride, in reasoning pride, our error lies; All quit their sphere, and rush into the skies.
  Pride still is aiming at the blest abodes: Men would be angels, angels would be gods....
• 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...