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• And rest at last where souls unbodied dwell, In ever-flowing meads of Asphodel.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xxiv, Line 19...
• The ruins of himself! now worn away With age, yet still majestic in decay.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xxiv, Line 271...
• Strong are her sons, though rocky are her shores.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ix, Line 28...
• The big round tear stands trembling in her eye.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iv, Line 936...
• With all its beauteous honours on its head.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book iv, Line 557...
• 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...
• The mildest manners with the bravest mind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxiv, Line 963...
• And taste The melancholy joy of evils past: For he who much has suffer'd, much will know.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xv, Line 434...
• A faultless body and a blameless mind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book iii, Line 138...