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• The best of things beyond their measure cloy.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xiii, Line 795...
• I live an idle burden to the ground.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xviii, Line 134...
• Inflaming wine, pernicious to mankind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 330...
• Short is my date, but deathless my renown.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 535...
• Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd, Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book ix, Line 628...
• Andromache! my soul's far better part.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 624...
• Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 543...
• If yet not lost to all the sense of shame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 350...
• With all its beauteous honours on its head.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book iv, Line 557...