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• A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book viii, Line 432...
• Nor can one word be chang'd but for a worse.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book viii, Line 192...
• Forget the brother, and resume the man.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iv, Line 732...
• The big round tear stands trembling in her eye.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iv, Line 936...
• Behold on wrong Swift vengeance waits; and art subdues the strong!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book viii, Line 367...
• Soft as some song divine thy story flows.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 458...
• Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ii, Line 207...
• But sure the eye of time beholds no name So blest as thine in all the rolls of fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 591...
• O thou, whose certain eye foresees The fix'd events of fate's remote decrees.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iv, Line 627...