FROM ALEXANDER POPE'S TRANSLATIONS
"First in the fight and every graceful deed."
The Iliad, Book iv, Line 295
"Not two strong men the enormous weight could raise,--
Such men as live in these degenerate days."
Ibid, Book v, Line 371
"Like leaves on trees the race of man is found,--
Now green in youth, now withering on the ground;
Another race the following spring supplies:
They fall successive, and successive rise."
Ibid, Book vi, Line 181
"'T is man's to fight, but Heaven's to give success."
Ibid, Book vi, Line 427
"I war not with the dead."
Ibid, Book vii, Line 485
"Who dares think one thing, and another tell,
My heart detests him as the gates of hell."
Ibid, Book ix, Line 412
"Injustice, swift, erect, and unconfin'd,
Sweeps the wide earth, and tramples o'er mankind."
Ibid, Book ix, Line 628
"To labour is the lot of man below;
And when Jove gave us life, he gave us woe."
Ibid, Book x, Line 78
"Like strength is felt from hope and from despair."
Ibid, Book xv, Line 852
"'T is fortune gives us birth,
But Jove alone endues the soul with worth."
Ibid, Book xx, Line 290
"'T is true, 't is certain; man though dead retains
Part of himself: the immortal mind remains."
Ibid, Book xxiii, Line 122
"For never, never, wicked man was wise."
The Odyssey, Book ii, Line 320
"Urge him with truth to frame his fair replies;
And sure he will: for Wisdom never lies."
Ibid, Book iii, Line 25
"Forgetful youth! but know, the Power above
With ease can save each object of his love;
Wide as his will extends his boundless grace."
Ibid, Book iii, Line 285
"Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me,
For sacred ev'n to gods is misery."
Ibid, Book v, Line 572
"By Jove the stranger and the poor are sent,
And what to those we give, to Jove is lent."
Ibid, Book vi, Line 247
"A gen'rous heart repairs a sland'rous tongue."
Ibid, Book viii, Line 432
The melancholy joy of evils past:
For he who much has suffer'd, much will know."
Ibid, Book xv, Line 434
"And would'st thou evil for his good repay?"
Ibid, Book xvi, Line 448
"Yet taught by time, my heart has learn'd to glow
For others' good, and melt at others' woe."
Ibid, Book xviii, Line 269
"But he whose inborn worth his acts commend,
Of gentle soul, to human race a friend."
Ibid, Book xix, Line 383
"For dear to gods and men is sacred song.
Self-taught I sing; by Heaven, and Heaven alone,
The genuine seeds of poesy are sown."
Ibid, Book xxii, Line 382