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• With all its beauteous honours on its head.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book iv, Line 557...
• So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed, And yet anon repairs his drooping head, And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore Flames in the forehead of the morning sky.
  -- John Milton (1608-1674) -- Lycidas, Line 168...
• He held his seat,--a friend to human race.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 18...
• Words sweet as honey from his lips distill'd.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 332...
• Sinks my sad soul with sorrow to the grave.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 543...
• Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,-- Such men as live in these degenerate days.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book v, Line 371...
• Grief tears his heart, and drives him to and fro In all the raging impotence of woe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xxii, Line 526...
• He serves me most who serves his country best.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book x, Line 201...
• 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...