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• Shakes his ambrosial curls, and gives the nod,-- The stamp of fate, and sanction of the god.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 684...
• I live an idle burden to the ground.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xviii, Line 134...
• I war not with the dead. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 485
• The distant Trojans never injur'd me.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 200...
• Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 332...
• Achilles' wrath, to Greece the direful spring Of woes unnumber'd, heavenly goddess, sing!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 1...
• And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xiii, Line 106...
• Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxiii, Line 368...
• No season now for calm familiar talk.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 169...