Praise From A Friend, Or Censure From A Foe, Are Lost On Hearers That Our Merits Know.

Ajax the great... Himself a host.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book iii, Line 293...
Not hate, but glory, made these chiefs contend; And each brave foe was in his soul a friend.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 364...
Like strength is felt from hope and from despair.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xv, Line 852...
Gods! How the son degenerates from the sire!
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book iv, Line 451...
He from whose lips divine persuasion flows.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vii, Line 143...
Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 332...
Base wealth preferring to eternal praise.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxiii, Line 368...
Content to follow when we lead the way.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book x, Line 141...
He held his seat,--a friend to human race.
-- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 18...