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• Poetic Justice, with her lifted scale, Where in nice balance truth with gold she weighs, And solid pudding against empty praise.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book i, Line 52...
• Next o'er his books his eyes begin to roll, In pleasing memory of all he stole.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book i, Line 127...
• 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...
• And proud his mistress' order to perform, Rides in the whirlwind and directs the storm.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iii, Line 263...
• How index-learning turns no student pale, Yet holds the eel of science by the tail.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book i, Line 279...
• Now night descending, the proud scene was o'er, But lived in Settle's numbers one day more.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book i, Line 89...
• While pensive poets painful vigils keep, Sleepless themselves to give their readers sleep.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book i, Line 93...
• And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book ii, Line 34...
• The right divine of kings to govern wrong.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 188...