Who Dares Think One Thing, And Another Tell, My Heart Detests Him As The Gates Of Hell.

Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 535...
A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 725...
Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro In all the raging impotence of woe.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 526...
The mildest manners, and the gentlest heart.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xvii, Line 756...
Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd, Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 628...
Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 100...
Andromache! my soul's far better part.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 624...
Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 543...
Two friends, two bodies with one soul inspir'd.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xvi, Line 267...