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1 T-I| book, go without me – I don’t begrudge it – to the city.~ 2 T-I| saying by chance what isn’t needed!~The reader, prompted, 3 T-I| untroubled by fame,~don’t be ashamed to displease 4 T-I| name.~Enough now if I don’t hate those studies, verses~ 5 T-I| foreigner in a mighty city~don’t think you come as a stranger 6 T-I| quietly so my verse won’t hurt you,~it’s not as popular 7 T-I| anyone thinks you shouldn’t be read~because you’re mine, 8 T-I| wounded me.~Only see you don’t do harm, while you’ve power 9 T-I| angry emotion’s quiet don’t rouse it, ~don’t you be 10 T-I| quiet don’t rouse it, ~don’t you be a second cause for 11 T-I| care for your father,~don’t love any of those three, 12 T-I| is left but prayer? –~don’t shatter the ribs of our 13 T-I| our storm-tossed ship,~don’t, I beg you, add to great 14 T-I| hurls my words away,~and won’t let my prayers reach the 15 T-I| winds.~The ocean waves don’t know what lord to obey.~ 16 T-I| and groans at.~She doesn’t see me hurled through the 17 T-I| by the winds, she doesn’t see death nearing.~It’s 18 T-I| nearing.~It’s good that I didn’t allow her to ship with me,~ 19 T-I| before the eleventh.~I don’t fear dying: but this way 20 T-I| Stygian waters,~he wouldn’t have needed your help in 21 T-I| the life that’s ruined can’t now be saved.~Though the 22 T-I| The Destination~ ~I don’t plough the open sea to trade 23 T-I| furthest shores.~There wasn’t time or desire enough to 24 T-I| Libyan shore,~and couldn’t be informed of my fate.~ 25 T-I| misled me,~so that he doesn’t think my fault a crime,~ 26 T-I| the god is content I can’t be wretched.’~I spoke to 27 T-I| amongst my tears:~‘I can’t be separated. Together, 28 T-I| defeated, obeys his boat, doesn’t guide it by skill.~As a 29 T-I| for my wreckage.~And don’t be anxious with false fears, 30 T-I| you’d credit, ~that won’t be believed, though they 31 T-I| tongues,~I still couldn’t compass all my ills in words,~ 32 T-I| reminder of me.~Yet they can’t be read patiently by anyone~ 33 T-I| praised in full,~if you don’t despise me, reader.~Have 34 T-I| greater favour, since he didn’t publish them, ~but they 35 T-I| be nothing that you can’t believe.~This I prophesy 36 T-I| their feelings.~What, weren’t there powerful reasons for 37 T-I| continuing love?~What, didn’t you share so many of my 38 T-I| trivial moments, and didn’t I share yours?~What, didn’ 39 T-I| share yours?~What, didn’t you not only know me in 40 T-I| in Lethe’s waters?~I don’t think of you as born in 41 T-I| alien to you now,~and wouldn’t stand accused by me of harshness.~ 42 T-I| well known, though it wasn’t ostentatious.~But when the 43 T-I| think, though my offence can’t be defended~by eloquence, 44 T-I| as far as you can, don’t abandon~a friend’s cause: 45 T-I| Minerva,~my resources won’t stretch to a larger sacrifice.~ 46 T-I| marvel myself my skill didn’t fail me~in such a turmoil 47 T-I| as they are.~They weren’t written in my garden, as 48 T-II| Muses, my reproach?~Isn’t one well-deserved punishment 49 T-II| justified indeed: I don’t deny I deserve it –~shame 50 T-II| deserve it –~shame hasn’t completely fled my cheeks –~ 51 T-II| time men sinned,~it wouldn’t be long before he was weapon-less.~ 52 T-II| added, ~since you didn’t subtract it, my family wealth.~ 53 T-II| family wealth.~You didn’t condemn my action by Senate 54 T-II| father of the country, don’t take away~all hope of placating 55 T-II| forgetful of my name!~I don’t beg to return, though we 56 T-II| as well as my home aren’t taken from me,~so as not 57 T-II| checks,~so your subject can’t be captured by the enemy.~ 58 T-II| as~the high heavens, hasn’t time to notice lesser things,~ 59 T-II| a prince:~but that doesn’t render it contrary to established 60 T-II| of Rome.~And so you can’t doubt whom I wrote it for,~ 61 T-II| sinful in my song.’~Haven’t I rigidly excluded from 62 T-II| nothing’s useful, that can’t also wound.~What’s more 63 T-II| The Circus’s freedom isn’t safe:~here a girl sits close 64 T-II| many things they shouldn’t be doing.~Often grave-browed 65 T-II| wit and taste.~Why didn’t I attack Troy again in my 66 T-II| gates?~Warring Rome didn’t deny me matter,~it’s virtuous 67 T-II| theme.~A little boat shouldn’t trust itself to the waves~ 68 T-II| imaginary desires.~I wish I hadn’t. But destiny drew me on,~ 69 T-II| and so was he.~It didn’t harm you, Callimachus, who 70 T-II| her brother.~Again, didn’t ivory-shouldered Pelops, 71 T-II| her wicked brother, hadn’t loved Aerope~we’d not read 72 T-II| touched tragedy~if she hadn’t shorn her father’s hair, 73 T-II| shameful words:~it didn’t harm one author to show 74 T-II| vice,~but Aristides wasn’t driven from his city.~Eubius 75 T-II| from his city.~Eubius wasn’t exiled, writer of a vile 76 T-II| waves of Phasis,~couldn’t keep silent about his own 77 T-II| Sisenna did Aristides and wasn’t harmed~for weaving vile 78 T-II| cheat her spouse.~It didn’t do him harm, Tibullus is 79 T-II| glow in our houses,~so isn’t there a little painting 80 T-II| and Prayer~ ~Still, don’t think that all my work’s 81 T-II| of them who grieve:~I don’t believe there’s one who 82 T-III| hand, in my weariness:~don’t shun me in fear, in case 83 T-III| author’s fate he shouldn’t try,~the wretch, to hide 84 T-III| theatre:~that too couldn’t be entered by these feet.~ 85 T-III| rather – since I shouldn’t address~the crowd – Caesar, 86 T-III| Getae and Sarmatians?~I can’t stand the climate, I’m not 87 T-III| and the land itself, I don’t know why, displeases.~There’ 88 T-III| you have no hour that isn’t sad.~Still if my fate’s 89 T-III| place itself:~my body won’t grow weak on a familiar 90 T-III| Epitaph~ ~Hearing this won’t your whole heart be shaken~ 91 T-III| whole heart be shaken~won’t you strike your faithful 92 T-III| with trembling hand?~Won’t you stretch your arms in 93 T-III| husband’s empty name?~Don’t lacerate your cheeks or 94 T-III| if you can – but you can’t, best of wives –~be glad 95 T-III| Dolon,~his foolish son, hadn’t yearned for Achilles’ horses.~ 96 T-III| and I think~you wouldn’t want a place in my verse.~ 97 T-III| ease my pain somehow,~don’t refuse an outcast a loyal 98 T-III| trouble,~yet you couldn’t have embraced me more closely~ 99 T-III| by the slight hope: don’t remove it from me,~that 100 T-III| Achilles?~But he couldn’t suffer aged Dardanian Priam’ 101 T-III| possessing sight.~True I can’t entirely defend myself from 102 T-III| we’ve nothing that isn’t mortal,~except the benefits 103 T-III| water, earth and air don’t suit me:~ah me! A perpetual 104 T-III| of the jar,~and they don’t drink draughts of mead, 105 T-III| Since the dolphins can’t hurl themselves into the 106 T-III| They destroy what they can’t carry, or lead away,~and 107 T-III| Sarmatian herdsmen~don’t drive creaking carts on 108 T-III| things, I’m sad I haven’t seen,~will be an instant 109 T-III| situation and the times aren’t such~that I can be joyful 110 T-III| prepared for a tall pyre.~I don’t wish to offer incense to 111 T-III| unresponsive gods,~fine words don’t rise to my lips in evil 112 T-III| for my books:~they didn’t deserve their author’s sentence.~ 113 T-IV| in the fields,~who hasn’t reached the protection of 114 T-IV| your troubled body?~I don’t doubt these and other things 115 T-IV| what prayer to speak, I can’t say~what feelings I wish 116 T-IV| that time – unless you don’t wish it recalled –~when, 117 T-IV| wished for as a husband.~Don’t be ashamed even now, that 118 T-IV| through her rash request.~Don’t let the blush of shame redden 119 T-IV| thought, a god.~Though I won’t need to, I’ll accept the 120 T-IV| this letter of mine wasn’t prompted by you.~And I commit 121 T-IV| you in happier days.~Don’t fear lest my friendship 122 T-IV| earliest days -~at least don’t wish that fact to be concealed,~ 123 T-IV| long space of time hasn’t granted me patience,~and 124 T-IV| can see, and what I can’t see, moves me.~There’s only 125 T-IV| In all that time why hasn’t your hand ~stirred itself 126 T-IV| you from here.~If you don’t know it, Caesar has left 127 T-IV| voice in the future.~It won’t be your own age only, that 128 T-IV| fortunate my trouble wasn’t while they lived,~and that 129 T-V| suffered many sad things.~I don’t compose them with wit or 130 T-V| me harms you.~But it won’t harm you: my writings were 131 T-V| putting it aside?~I don’t alter it, let it be read 132 T-V| talent.~In short, I don’t seek glory, or that fame~ 133 T-V| to genius: even so,~I don’t wish my mind to dissolve 134 T-V| with anxious fingers?~Don’t worry, I’m well: my body 135 T-V| punishment: truly, I don’t evade suffering,~but I beg 136 T-V| part, among them, and didn’t displease you,~I who am 137 T-V| as he should,~and doesn’t shy at the bit like an unbroken 138 T-V| hopes the god’s anger won’t last forever~conscious there 139 T-V| fate your character didn’t deserve,~and all too justified 140 T-V| confess, but you shouldn’t have taken it up.~if you 141 T-V| Palinurus, in mid-ocean?~Don’t go: don’t let your loyalty 142 T-V| mid-ocean?~Don’t go: don’t let your loyalty be less 143 T-V| suppose it is disturbed, don’t you think Orestes~Agamemnon’ 144 T-V| demand reverence.~If you won’t consider me, you should 145 T-V| it’s inappropriate,~don’t desert our ship in the midst 146 T-V| one among them who doesn’t carry~bow, quiver, and arrows 147 T-V| know yourself, my Muse isn’t eager for applause.~Still 148 T-V| them at length, I still can’t be without them,~I seek 149 T-V| Cape Caphereus.~Yet I don’t labour all night for the 150 T-V| even occur to me.~I don’t doubt there are more than 151 T-V| make wild beasts weep,~don’t thaw you, or reconcile you 152 T-V| merciful than him it obeys.~Isn’t it true, that, though no 153 T-V| often been bright,~so don’t rejoice too much in my downfall,~ 154 T-V| have no fear.~I wouldn’t obey if you didn’t count 155 T-V| wouldn’t obey if you didn’t count on my remembering.~ 156 T-V| remembering.~What your voice doesn’t forbid, I will be: grateful. ~ 157 T-V| the nights,~and winter can’t make the days any shorter.~ 158 T-V| houses.~Even if you don’t fear them, you’d hate the 159 T-V| exile~from the city, I didn’t perhaps deserve to exist 160 T-V| it still floats.~He didn’t take my life, my wealth, 161 T-V| truth to you, my Muse~can’t be prevented from composing 162 T-V| outcome of my labours.~I can’t, and yet I long to, make 163 T-V| and loyal, here:~you don’t need to search for fame 164 T-V| through suffering.~And don’t think I’m admonishing you, 165 ExII| somewhere, anywhere.~They don’t dare go entering a public 166 ExII| verses!’~They still won’t go, but as you see they 167 ExII| hiding the name.~You don’t like it, but you can’t prevent 168 ExII| don’t like it, but you can’t prevent it:~my obliging 169 ExII| Caesar, though he doesn’t need it himself,~lacks no 170 ExII| way for the hero:~so won’t all paths open to a book 171 ExII| the prince’s anger,~don’t think I’d not wish, for 172 ExII| an exile:~but death can’t arrange things so I never 173 ExII| exile.~For Caesar doesn’t know, though a god knows 174 ExII| of a merciful man wouldn’t have sent me here,~if this 175 ExII| known to him.~He wouldn’t delight in me, or any Roman, 176 ExII| himself granted life.~He didn’t choose to destroy me as 177 ExII| then he did nothing I didn’t compel him to do:~his anger 178 ExII| as I too found him.~Don’t ask for my happiness, but 179 ExII| his naked sword~shouldn’t take the life granted me 180 ExII| wife’s your charge:~you can’t ignore her and still keep 181 ExII| of a hand.~The doctor can’t always cure the patient:~ 182 ExII| the heart.~Medicine can’t remove the crippling effects 183 ExII| Sorrow too at times isn’t curable by skill –~or, if 184 ExII| Diogenes, the Cynic, didn’t grieve, far from Sinope,~ 185 ExII| you tell him.~Yet I don’t deny if my wounds were curable~ 186 ExII| the help you bring won’t aid my desperate sickness.~ 187 ExII| desperate sickness.~And I don’t say so because I’m the wiser 188 ExII| suddenly saw me, you wouldn’t know me,~such is the ruin 189 ExII| mine,~if great fame didn’t merely hide the truth.~He 190 ExII| words to you, Maximus.~Don’t look to find my genius in 191 ExII| should be erased.~Still I don’t alter it. It’s a greater 192 ExII| and my fragile mind can’t bear anything onerous.~Should 193 ExII| like death to me.~I don’t enjoy lying drugged with 194 ExII| the lure of the dice doesn’t grip my luckless hands.~ 195 ExII| I’m afraid the Getae won’t approve them?~Perhaps I’ 196 ExII| my mediocre writings, don’t register where~you are: 197 ExII| believe a friend who doesn’t lie,~ought to be called 198 ExII| cease asking~about them: don’t disturb them if you want 199 ExII| reduced, therefore, hasn’t completely left me.~Hope, 200 ExII| sands of Tomis~if you don’t promise me this, for sure.~ 201 ExII| noticed by the Caesars doesn’t think himself a friend?~ 202 ExII| Caesar to me.~Yet I don’t push in where I’m not allowed 203 ExII| it’s enough if you don’t deny your house was open 204 ExII| before.~Your father didn’t repudiate my friendship,~ 205 ExII| Atreus, or the Twins:~he didn’t disdain me as a friend and 206 ExII| and companion:~if you don’t think these words likely 207 ExII| closed to me.~But it shouldn’t be closed: no power is strong 208 ExII| be given for favours,~isn’t it due your position to 209 ExII| deserved them,~if you don’t grieve at his suffering, 210 ExII| Ovid whom you loved.~Don’t ask how I am. If I told 211 ExII| and exile:~the rest, I don’t begrudge them, live in safety.~ 212 ExII| shores of Styx, lost you.~Don’t think it’s so much the comforts 213 ExII| and Via Flaminia.~I don’t know who I’ve cultivated 214 ExII| furrowed earth.~I wouldn’t hesitate to clear the weeds 215 ExII| implacable:~live, and don’t deny you could ever be pardoned!’~ 216 ExII| allowed in Rome.~I couldn’t accompany the bier, or anoint 217 ExII| has weakened ~my body, won’t allow it to exercise its 218 ExII| True I’ve no pain, I don’t burn and gasp with fever,~ 219 ExII| still their savour won’t excite my jaded palate~and 220 ExII| Though it’s all true I wouldn’t venture to write this~to 221 ExII| than fresh wax.~I haven’t contracted these ills by 222 ExII| ruinous passion:~she doesn’t usually come to a sorrowful 223 ExI| fate.~Even if Caesar doesn’t wish me any joy,~he should 224 ExI| powers allow: that House can’t be a private one.~Thanks 225 ExI| my misfortunes,~and I don’t stain Scythian arrows with 226 ExI| hesitate to read on!~Read, don’t banish my words with my 227 ExI| with cruel wounds you won’t make me afraid.~A Trojan 228 ExI| injured.~Some might say it isn’t wise. I admit it.~But my 229 ExI| admit it.~But my ship doesn’t sail through calm waters.~ 230 ExI| weariness,~and a doe won’t hesitate to trust herself 231 ExI| audience, I beg you,~don’t close a harsh door against 232 ExI| its proper heirs.~I don’t ask that it should try to 233 ExI| such~that, since it can’t be healed, I think it’s 234 ExI| apart from my country,~I can’t throw myself before the 235 ExI| try it if you think it won’t be harmful to me.~Forgive 236 ExI| bright virtues,~you, who don’t allow your nature to be 237 ExI| falls by Fortune.~You won’t easily find one in a thousand~ 238 ExI| reward.~If right action doesn’t gain a prize, it fails~to 239 ExI| mid-ocean:~while others didn’t even wish to be seen to 240 ExI| Antilochus, Nestor’s son.~I can’t believe it would vanish 241 ExI| sank my attempt,~I couldn’t support the weight of what 242 ExI| d do this even if I didn’t ~ask it, add to it their 243 ExI| slight crowning touch.~I don’t deserve your praise, but 244 ExI| your art and eloquence aren’t hidden.~~ Book EII.V:41- 245 ExI| and I’d be dumb if I weren’t allowed to write.~You reprove 246 ExI| to reprove my fault:~don’t speak bitter words to the 247 ExI| the tired swimmer,~and don’t regret supporting his chin 248 ExI| you care about me.~I don’t doubt you do, yet real dread 249 ExI| overwhelmed my life.~Who wouldn’t dread even the silent wrath 250 ExI| what you’ve started, don’t desert the ship~at sea, 251 ExI| granting me riches, you wouldn’t have given me more ~than 252 ExI| and always will be, aren’t situated in a hateful region.~ 253 ExI| surrendered me to you – I don’t complain ~of her in doing 254 ExI| in this one thing she isn’t hostile to me.~Welcome my 255 ExI| shipwreck on a gentle shore:~don’t let the waves prove safer 256 ExI| temple?~If the sea didn’t offer calm waters for my 257 ExI| The sacrificial goat won’t offer its throat to long-haired 258 ExI| Bacchus,~if grape juice doesn’t flow under the trampling 259 ExI| protect me in my exile.~I didn’t come to Pontus, guilty of 260 ExI| confessed here.~And don’t ask, what it is, I wrote 261 ExI| Did I sin further? Don’t seek to know,~so my guilt 262 ExI| as your love for me hasn’t vanished.~You owe it to 263 ExI| unsung,~so the Trojan War won’t lack the final touch.~Master 264 ExIII| wife.~Take care you don’t slip from that position. 265 ExIII| claim is true. ~Though I don’t complain myself, fame, as 266 ExIII| when I’m silent, if you don’t show care for me.~Fate has 267 ExIII| ruin.~And my writings won’t let you pass unknown,~you, 268 ExIII| ensure that jealousy can’t say:~‘She’s indifferent 269 ExIII| praised as a wife~you won’t be thought to have brought 270 ExIII| even if others wish, won’t harm you.~But add this one 271 ExIII| being asked,~if you don’t succeed, the failure won’ 272 ExIII| succeed, the failure won’t harm you.~And don’t flare 273 ExIII| won’t harm you.~And don’t flare up because I ask you 274 ExIII| established for all time:~don’t let your courage be less 275 ExIII| than your virtue.~You don’t have to raise an Amazon’ 276 ExIII| or not at all.~You won’t lack tears, well provided 277 ExIII| burning pyre.~But you don’t need to die, don’t need 278 ExIII| you don’t need to die, don’t need Penelope’s weaving.~ 279 ExIII| shows that ancient times~don’t touch our age in their praise 280 ExIII| adverse tide.~The oracles don’t always deliver sacred prophecies,~ 281 ExIII| temples themselves aren’t always open.~When the city’ 282 ExIII| by hastiness.~Again I don’t suggest you pick a time 283 ExIII| part you have to play.~Don’t defend my actions: a poor 284 ExIII| say that.~I suspect it won’t harm you. She’ll see ~you’ 285 ExIII| her majesty. And it won’t hurt~if your speech is interrupted 286 ExIII| What fearful man doesn’t avoid contagious illness,~ 287 ExIII| hatred of me.~They didn’t lack loyalty or the wish 288 ExIII| or fearful,~but they don’t deserve to be called bad.~ 289 ExIII| to hexameter.~You wouldn’t let me reach to Homeric 290 ExIII| mother’s, reign.~That wasn’t enough. I also ensured by 291 ExIII| foolish poem~that you wouldn’t be inexperienced in my Arts.~ 292 ExIII| paternity uncertain?~Hasn’t every woman the law protects 293 ExIII| forbidden by harsh laws?~But don’t let Caesar’s anger at me 294 ExIII| the painful thing shouldn’t be told,~and you can’t say 295 ExIII| shouldn’t be told,~and you can’t say that you are free from 296 ExIII| come, at your prayer.~Don’t be scared at the delay, 297 ExIII| Memnon.~But milky liquid can’t be altered to dark pitch,~ 298 ExIII| malice, vice of fear, won’t show itself in noble~natures, 299 ExIII| s skill.~Great poets don’t require indulgent readers: 300 ExIII| leaders and the places~aren’t known to me. Nothing is 301 ExIII| His Prophecy~ ~I haven’t been remiss: idleness hasn’ 302 ExIII| been remiss: idleness hasn’t slowed me:~but I live on 303 ExIII| Anyway, weak elegiacs couldn’t carry the weight~of so great 304 ExIII| a time when they weren’t more pleasing to me than 305 ExIII| sinned, if my Muse hadn’t caused my exile,~your own 306 ExIII| I lie)~if I, absent, don’t see you at almost ever instant.~ 307 ExIII| enjoy your speech.~I can’t tell you then how blessed 308 ExIII| from my case, if you don’t already know.~If I were 309 ExIII| deserve, myself,~I wouldn’t reduce the sentence, I suffer, 310 ExIII| suffer, one iota.~He doesn’t forbid anyone to remember 311 ExIII| Jupiter.~Leucothea didn’t refuse her aid to Ulysses, 312 ExIII| spare the wretched,~and don’t always, endlessly oppress 313 ExIII| Yet that fear of yours can’t be allowed to disturb your 314 ExIII| s a great thing you don’t dare to ask, my friends:~ 315 ExIII| Assuming Caesar’s anger doesn’t forbid it me,~I’ll waste 316 ExIII| But this mistake doesn’t cloud my judgement,~I don’ 317 ExIII| cloud my judgement,~I don’t immediately love what I 318 ExIII| they’re the same, I haven’t addressed the same~friends, 319 ExIII| learned ones, but that wasn’t the object:~my work’s reputation 320 ExIV| for his life.~If you don’t stop me setting down your 321 ExIV| from gratitude.~Please don’t let anger bear down on my 322 ExIV| Moreover my skill doesn’t respond as before,~I turn 323 ExIV| that writing a poem you can’t read to anyone~is exactly 324 ExIV| silently steals by,~and I can’t delight in renewing earth 325 ExIV| You dissemble too: don’t want to be thought to know 326 ExIV| the one, though you don’t want to hear it, joined 327 ExIV| the one, traitor, you don’t know if I’m still alive,~ 328 ExIV| your deceit:~if you weren’t inventing it, your fickleness 329 ExIV| being unhappy?~If you couldn’t bring me help in substance 330 ExIV| Croesus’s wealth?~Yet didn’t he, a captive, have his 331 ExIV| human weapons, I couldn’t do so at all against supreme 332 ExIV| place so barren it hasn’t a useful herb,~lost as a 333 ExIV| Pity me, because I won’t be there among that crowd,~ 334 ExIV| that crowd,~my eyes won’t have the power to enjoy 335 ExIV| road, and your feet won’t balance,~and the land lies 336 ExIV| ten days, even if you don’t hurry ~on the journey, you’ 337 ExIV| reached the threshold, you won’t get~the chance to see the 338 ExIV| your heartfelt care he didn’t warm~some Bistonian sword-blade 339 ExIV| his own resources weren’t depleted.~He swears he’ll 340 ExIV| his death (though I can’t be so important)~Now I fear 341 ExIV| than your role.~Danube won’t deny it whose waters were 342 ExIV| your hands.~Aegisos won’t deny it, recaptured at your 343 ExIV| that your brave deeds can’t go unnoticed,~with swift 344 ExIV| missiles flung from above don’t stop you,~nor those arrow-tips 345 ExIV| Unhappily, your body can’t escape every blow:~but the 346 ExIV| a poet yourself you can’t despise a poet’s tribute:~ 347 ExIV| judgement.~And if your fame hadn’t called you to great affairs,~ 348 ExIV| than poems:~even if you can’t abandon poetry completely.~ 349 ExIV| eyes as well.~The gods won’t consider it, and perhaps 350 ExIV| Flaccus~ ~Meanwhile, don’t let me complain about everything, ~ 351 ExIV| the slender arrows aren’t tipped with snake venom,~ 352 ExIV| venom,~and human beings don’t become a hideous offering:~ 353 ExIV| still to stay here.~Don’t take my word for this: there 354 ExIV| away from the city, I don’t bring it to your notice,~ 355 ExIV| dangerous seas:~yet, he didn’t endure the anxiety of fate 356 ExIV| singing:~and the lotus wasn’t bitter to him who tasted 357 ExIV| were offered.~And you can’t compare a city of Laestrygonians,~ 358 ExIV| winding course.~Cyclops couldn’t outdo cruel Piacches in 359 ExIV| times spew it out, you can’t compare her~with the fierce 360 ExIV| with more licence, yet won’t leave this shore alone.~ 361 ExIV| Well believe this: I won’t let you remain in ignorance~ 362 ExIV| in faithfulness.~You don’t have to master enemies, 363 ExIV| true loyalty?~You mustn’t think these words spoken 364 ExIV| part, if your name wasn’t present in my verse.~Since 365 ExIV| with tears.~But I wouldn’t, stupidly, dare to console 366 ExIV| white-haired age.~If that didn’t move you, I’d think you’ 367 ExIV| that the winds of hope don’t desert my boat,~protect 368 ExIV| difficult to say:~I can’t find anything to try, to 369 ExIV| or not desire,~and I don’t exactly know what would 370 ExIV| stand out.~And you shouldn’t marvel if my art’s defective,~ 371 ExIV| sent to you, whose name won’t fit~my metres, as I complained 372 ExIV| I’m fairly well,~you won’t hear of anything else that 373 ExIV| all away from here.~I don’t care where I’m sent to from 374 ExIV| my fingers, so they can’t write,~still chase after 375 ExIV| that land, still Ascra wasn’t angry with its poet.~Who 376 ExIV| troubles.~An honour you don’t often grant to one who’s ~ 377 ExIV| by this sad gift~you can’t say you own nothing in Pontus.~ 378 ExIV| or a remedy for it.~I don’t ask because I doubt: but, 379 ExIV| Hercules,~if that hero wasn’t already Juno’s son-in-law:~ 380 IBIS| itself is a great wrong) ~won’t grant me the title of an 381 IBIS| take up weapons.~He won’t let me, a man banished to 382 IBIS| name about the forum:~won’t let the companion of my 383 IBIS| you as yet,~my shaft won’t seek your hateful life at 384 Ind| Corinna was Julia. I don’t suggest any direct affair 385 Ind| Those who think he didn’t do enough for the poet probably 386 Ind| eager for applause, he hasn’t written for the theatre.~ 387 Ind| court of law. He still can’t resist a subtle double entendre 388 Ind| work to Germanicus. I don’t think the Latin here indicates