“Lo these were they, whose souls the Furies steel'd,And curs'd with hearts unknowing how to yield.Thus unlamented pass the proud away,The gaze of fools, and pageant of a day!So perish all, whose breast ne'er learn'd to glowFor others' good, or melt at others' woe.” Alexander Pope Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady Source: The Works of Mr. Alexander Pope (1717), Elegy to the Memory of an Unfortunate Lady, Line 45. Compare Pope's The Odyssey of Homer, Book XVIII, line 269