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• At every word a reputation dies.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto iii, Line 16...
• The hungry judges soon the sentence sign, And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto iii, Line 21...
• The meeting points the sacred hair dissever From the fair head, forever, and forever!
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto iii, Line 153...
• On her white breast a sparkling cross she wore Which Jews might kiss, and infidels adore.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto ii, Line 7...
• And all Arabia breathes from yonder box.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto i, Line 134...
• Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto v, Line 34...
• Coffee, which makes the politician wise, And see through all things with his half-shut eyes.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto iii, Line 117...
• Fair tresses man's imperial race insnare, And beauty draws us with a single hair.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto ii, Line 27...
• Sir Plume, of amber snuff-box justly vain, And the nice conduct of a clouded cane.
  -- Alexander Pope (1688-1744) -- The Rape of the Lock, Canto iv, Line 123...