Date: 1715-1720

"Nor from yon' Boaster shall your Chief retire, / Not tho' his Heart were Steel, his Hands were Fire; / That Fire, that Steel, your Hector shou'd withstand, / And brave that vengeful Heart, that dreadful Hand."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"The Furies that relentless Breast have steel'd, / And curs'd thee with a Heart that cannot yield."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"Singly to pass thro' Hosts of Foes! to face / (Oh Heart of Steel!) the Murd'rer of thy Race!"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"Heav'n sure has arm'd thee with a Heart of Steel, / A Strength proportion'd to the Woes you feel."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"Then with his Sceptre that the Deep controuls, / He touch'd the Chiefs, and steel'd their manly Souls"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"The Monarch spoke: the Words with Warmth addrest / To rigid Justice steel'd his Brother's Breast."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"[W]hat a Crowd of terrible Ideas in this one Simile!"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"Tis the natural Discharge of a vast Imagination, heated in its Progress, and giving itself vent in this Crowd of Images"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"He weighs everything in the balance of Reason; he sets before himself the Baseness of Flight, and the Courage of his Enemy, till at last the thirst of Glory preponderates all other Considerations."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"His Country's Cares lay rowling in his Breast. / As when by Light'nings Jove 's Ætherial Pow'r / Foretells the ratling Hail, or weighty Show'r, / Or sends soft Snows to whiten all the Shore, / Or bids the brazen Throat of War to roar; / By fits one Flash succeeds, as one expire...

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)