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• 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...
• He serves me most who serves his country best.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book x, Line 201...
• He held his seat,--a friend to human race.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 18...
• Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 332...
• Impatient straight to flesh his virgin sword.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xx, Line 461...
• And for our country 't is a bliss to die.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xv, Line 583...
• Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 684...
• 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...
• A wealthy priest, but rich without a fault.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book v, Line 16...