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• A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 90...
• E'en Palinurus nodded at the helm.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 614...
• How sweet an Ovid, Murray was our boast!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 169...
• The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 188...
• Led by my hand, he saunter'd Europe round, And gather'd every vice on Christian ground.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 311...
• To happy convents bosom'd deep in vines, Where slumber abbots purple as their wines.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 301...
• Respect us human, and relieve us poor.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ix, Line 318...
• Stretch'd on the rack of a too easy chair, And heard thy everlasting yawn confess The pains and penalties of idleness.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 342...
• Stuff the head With all such reading as was never read
  For thee explain a thing till all men doubt it, And write about it, goddess, and about it....