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• Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 535...
• Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 330...
• A generous friendship no cold medium knows, Burns with one love, with one resentment glows.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 725...
• 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...
• A mass enormous! which in modern days No two of earth's degenerate sons could raise.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xx, Line 337...
• Earth sounds my wisdom and high heaven my fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ix, Line 20...
• Who dares think one thing, and another tell, My heart detests him as the gates of hell.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 412...
• It is not strength, but art, obtains the prize, And to be swift is less than to be wise.
  'T is more by art than force of num'rous strokes....
• Achilles absent was Achilles still.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 418...