Date: 1715-1720

"Let great Achilles, to the Gods resign'd, / To Reason yield the Empire o'er his Mind."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"But wasting Cares lay heavy on his Mind"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"A brave Mind however blinded with Passion is sensible of Remorse as soon as the injur'd Object presents itself; and Paris never behaves himself ill in War, but when his Spirits are depress'd by the Consciousness of an Injustice."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"Homer draws him (as we have seen) soft of Speech, the natural Quality of an amorous Temper; vainly gay in War as well as Love; with a Spirit that can be surprized and recollected, that can receive Impressions of Shame or Apprehension on the one side, or of Generosity and Courage on the ot...

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"Longinus in his 22d Chapter commends this Figure, as causing a Reader to become a Spectator, and keeping his Mind fixed upon the Action before him."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"And the Simile wonderfully illustrates this Fury proceeding from an uncommon Infusion of Courage from Heaven, in resembling it not to a constant River, but a Torrent rising from an extraordinary Burst of Rain. This Simile is one of those that draws along with it some foreign Circumstances."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"To cast one's Eye, means but to reflect upon, or to revolve in one's Mind"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"Yet should the Fears that wary Mind suggests / Spread their cold Poison thro' our Soldier's Breasts, / My Javelin can revenge so base a Part, / And free the Soul that quivers in thy Heart."

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"Ill-fated Paris ! Slave to Womankind, / As smooth of Face as fraudulent of Mind"

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)

Date: 1715-1720

"As when old Ocean's silent Surface sleeps, / The Waves just heaving on the purple Deeps; / While yet th'expected Tempest hangs on high, / Weighs down the Cloud, and blackens in the Sky, / The Mass of Waters will no Wind obey; / Jove sends one Gust, and bids them roll away. / While wav'ri...

— Pope, Alexander (1688-1744)