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• Or where the pictures for the page atone, And Quarles is sav'd by beauties not his own.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book i, Line 139...
• 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...
• 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...
• 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...
• And gentle Dulness ever loves a joke.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book ii, Line 34...
• All crowd, who foremost shall be damn'd to fame.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iii, Line 158...
• Another, yet the same. -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iii, Line 90
• A wit with dunces, and a dunce with wits.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Dunciad, Book iv, Line 90...