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• Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 1...
• Forever honour'd, and forever mourn'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 422...
• No season now for calm familiar talk.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 169...
• Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 543...
• The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 85...
• This, this is misery! the last, the worst That man can feel.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 106...
• Unwept, unhonour'd, uninterr'd he lies!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 484...
• Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 100...
• 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...