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• 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...
• Ah, youth! forever dear, forever kind.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xix, Line 303...
• Like strength is felt from hope and from despair.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xv, Line 852...
• Yet while my Hector still survives, I see My father, mother, brethren, all, in thee.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book vi, Line 544...
• To labour is the lot of man below; And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book x, Line 78...
• A winy vapour melting in a tear.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Odyssey of Homer, Book xix, Line 143...
• Ajax the great... Himself a host.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book iii, Line 293...
• And seem to walk on wings, and tread in air.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book xiii, Line 106...
• And unextinguish'd laughter shakes the skies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Iliad of Homer, Book i, Line 771...