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• Soft as some song divine thy story flows.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 458...
• There in the bright assemblies of the skies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 745...
• Whatever day Makes man a slave, takes half his worth away.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 392...
• In ev'ry sorrowing soul I pour'd delight, And poverty stood smiling in my sight.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xvii, Line 505...
• The fool of fate,--thy manufacture, man.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xx, Line 254...
• And every eye Gaz'd, as before some brother of the sky.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book viii, Line 17...
• Let him, oraculous, the end, the way, The turns of all thy future fate display.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book x, Line 642...
• Fly, dotard, fly! With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book ii, Line 207...
• What mighty woes To thy imperial race from woman rose!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xi, Line 541...