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• So ends the bloody business of the day.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xxii, Line 516...
• For dear to gods and men is sacred song. Self-taught I sing
  by Heaven, and Heaven alone, The genuine seeds of poesy are sown....
• Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 392...
• 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...
• The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 85...
• Who dies in youth and vigour, dies the best.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 100...
• Achilles absent was Achilles still.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 418...
• Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 543...