Date: 1715-1720

"And yet no dire Presage so wounds my Mind, / My Mother's Death, the Ruin of my Kind, / Not Priam 's hoary Hairs defil'd with Gore, / Not all my Brothers gasping on the Shore; / As thine, Andromache!"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1716

"Their Conscience is a Worm within, / That gnaws them Night and Day."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1717

"Jove with a nod may bid the world to rest, / But Serenissa must becalm her breast."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1717

"The nymph her graces here express'd may find, / And by this picture learn to dress her mind."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1717

"Bear unmov'd the wrongs of base mankind, / The last, and hardest, conquest of the mind"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1717, 1736

"Lo these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd, / And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1717, 1736

"Most souls, 'tis true, but peep out once an age, / Dull sullen pris'ners in the body's cage."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1717, 1736

"Dim lights of life that burn a length of years, / Useless, unseen, as lamps in sepulchres"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1717, 1736

"Like Eastern Kings a lazy state they keep, / And close confin'd in their own palace sleep."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1717, 1736

"As into air the purer spirits flow, / And sep'rate from their kindred dregs below; / So flew the soul to its congenial place"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)