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• And bear about the mockery of woe To midnight dances and the public show.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 57...
• The glorious fault of angels and of gods.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 14...
• Is there no bright reversion in the sky For those who greatly think, or bravely die?
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 9...
• So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glow For others' good, or melt at others' woe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 45...
• By foreign hands thy dying eyes were clos'd, By foreign hands thy decent limbs compos'd, By foreign hands thy humble grave adorn'd, By strangers honoured, and by strangers mourn'd!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- To the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 51...
• How lov'd, how honour'd once avails thee not, To whom related, or by whom bego
  A heap of dust alone remains of thee: 'T is all thou art, and all the proud shall be!...
• And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto i, Line 134...
• What gentle ghost, besprent with April dew, Hails me so solemnly to yonder yew?
  -- Ben Jonson (1573-1637) -- Elegy on the Lady Jane Pawle...
• Envy will merit as its shade pursue, But like a shadow proves the substance true.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Essay on Criticism, Part ii, Line 266...