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• Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 392...
• Unbless'd thy hand, if in this low disguise Wander, perhaps, some inmate of the skies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 576...
• His native home deep imag'd in his soul.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xiii, Line 38...
• Heav'd on Olympus tott'ring Ossa stood; On Ossa, Pelion nods with all his wood.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 387...
• The long historian of my country's woes.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 142...
• Andromache! my soul's far better part.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 624...
• Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 543...
• Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ix, Line 20...
• In death a hero, as in life a friend!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xvii, Line 758...