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• To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book x, Line 78...
• 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...
• Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 543...
• The bitter dregs of fortune's cup to drain.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 85...
• This, this is misery! the last, the worst That man can feel.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 106...
• 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...
• Unwept, unhonour'd, uninterr'd he lies!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 484...