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• Patroclus, lov'd of all my martial train, Beyond mankind, beyond myself, is slain!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xviii, Line 103...
• And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 771...
• I war not with the dead. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 485
• The distant Trojans never injur'd me.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 200...
• Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 332...
• Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,-- Such men as live in these degenerate days.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book v, Line 371...
• 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...
• 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...
• Achilles absent was Achilles still.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 418...