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• And love the offender, yet detest the offence.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 192...
• One thought of thee puts all the pomp to flight; Priests, tapers, temples, swim before my sight.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 273...
• And truths divine came mended from that tongue.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 66...
• How happy is the blameless vestal's lot! The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 207...
• Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banish'd lover, or some captive maid.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 51...
• He best can paint them who shall feel them most.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Last line...
• Speed the soft intercourse from soul to soul, And waft a sigh from Indus to the Pole.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 57...
• See my lips tremble and my eyeballs roll, Suck my last breath, and catch my flying soul.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- Eloisa to Abelard, Line 323...
• Is not absence death to those who love? -- Alexander Pope