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  1   T-I|         book, go without me – I don’t begrudge it – to the city.~
  2   T-I|       book, untroubled by fame,~don’t be ashamed to displease
  3   T-I|         a name.~Enough now if I don’t hate those studies, verses~
  4   T-I|      foreigner in a mighty city~don’t think you come as a stranger
  5   T-I|        wounded me.~Only see you don’t do harm, while you’ve
  6   T-I|      that angry emotion’s quiet don’t rouse it, ~don’t you be
  7   T-I|        s quiet don’t rouse it, ~don’t you be a second cause
  8   T-I|       any care for your father,~don’t love any of those three,
  9   T-I|      what is left but prayer? –~don’t shatter the ribs of our
 10   T-I|       of our storm-tossed ship,~don’t, I beg you, add to great
 11   T-I|      the winds.~The ocean waves don’t know what lord to obey.~
 12   T-I|      and before the eleventh.~I don’t fear dying: but this way
 13   T-I|    Journey: The Destination~ ~I don’t plough the open sea to
 14   T-I|     strand for my wreckage.~And don’t be anxious with false
 15   T-I|         praised in full,~if you don’t despise me, reader.~Have
 16   T-I|    drowned in Lethe’s waters?~I don’t think of you as born in
 17   T-I|      excuse, as far as you can, don’t abandon~a friend’s cause:
 18  T-II|        It’s justified indeed: I don’t deny I deserve it –~shame
 19  T-II|          father of the country, don’t take away~all hope of
 20  T-II|         forgetful of my name!~I don’t beg to return, though
 21  T-II|     Defence and Prayer~ ~Still, don’t think that all my work’
 22  T-II|      many of them who grieve:~I don’t believe there’s one who
 23 T-III|   gentle hand, in my weariness:~don’t shun me in fear, in case
 24 T-III|          and the land itself, I don’t know why, displeases.~
 25 T-III|  wretched husband’s empty name?~Don’t lacerate your cheeks or
 26 T-III|   freezing cold.~The Bosphorus, Don, the Scythian marshes lie
 27 T-III|      can, ease my pain somehow,~don’t refuse an outcast a loyal
 28 T-III|      led on by the slight hope: don’t remove it from me,~that
 29 T-III|        and water, earth and air don’t suit me:~ah me! A perpetual
 30 T-III|      shape of the jar,~and they don’t drink draughts of mead,
 31 T-III|      longer, Sarmatian herdsmen~don’t drive creaking carts on
 32 T-III|     prepared for a tall pyre.~I don’t wish to offer incense
 33 T-III|   unresponsive gods,~fine words don’t rise to my lips in evil
 34  T-IV|        in your troubled body?~I don’t doubt these and other
 35  T-IV|       is that time – unless you don’t wish it recalled –~when,
 36  T-IV|        wished for as a husband.~Don’t be ashamed even now, that
 37  T-IV|       through her rash request.~Don’t let the blush of shame
 38  T-IV|         to you in happier days.~Don’t fear lest my friendship
 39  T-IV|        earliest days -~at least don’t wish that fact to be concealed,~
 40  T-IV|        to you from here.~If you don’t know it, Caesar has left
 41   T-V|     suffered many sad things.~I don’t compose them with wit
 42   T-V|         you putting it aside?~I don’t alter it, let it be read
 43   T-V|         m a talent.~In short, I don’t seek glory, or that fame~
 44   T-V|      spur to genius: even so,~I don’t wish my mind to dissolve
 45   T-V|        it with anxious fingers?~Don’t worry, I’m well: my body
 46   T-V|         is punishment: truly, I don’t evade suffering,~but I
 47   T-V|        Palinurus, in mid-ocean?~Don’t go: don’t let your loyalty
 48   T-V|         in mid-ocean?~Don’t go: don’t let your loyalty be less
 49   T-V|        suppose it is disturbed, don’t you think Orestes~Agamemnon’
 50   T-V|      anger, it’s inappropriate,~don’t desert our ship in the
 51   T-V|        of Cape Caphereus.~Yet I don’t labour all night for the
 52   T-V|    scarcely even occur to me.~I don’t doubt there are more than
 53   T-V|    would make wild beasts weep,~don’t thaw you, or reconcile
 54   T-V|      more often been bright,~so don’t rejoice too much in my
 55   T-V|         the houses.~Even if you don’t fear them, you’d hate
 56   T-V|     loving and loyal, here:~you don’t need to search for fame
 57   T-V|     fame through suffering.~And don’t think I’m admonishing
 58  ExII|       somewhere, anywhere.~They don’t dare go entering a public
 59  ExII|    without hiding the name.~You don’t like it, but you can’t
 60  ExII| experienced the prince’s anger,~don’t think I’d not wish, for
 61  ExII|        mild as I too found him.~Don’t ask for my happiness,
 62  ExII|        what you tell him.~Yet I don’t deny if my wounds were
 63  ExII|       desperate sickness.~And I don’t say so because I’m the
 64  ExII|      his words to you, Maximus.~Don’t look to find my genius
 65  ExII|       should be erased.~Still I don’t alter it. It’s a greater
 66  ExII|      time’s like death to me.~I don’t enjoy lying drugged with
 67  ExII|      with my mediocre writings, don’t register where~you are:
 68  ExII|        cease asking~about them: don’t disturb them if you want
 69  ExII|       the sands of Tomis~if you don’t promise me this, for sure.~
 70  ExII|      were a Caesar to me.~Yet I don’t push in where I’m not
 71  ExII|         go: ~it’s enough if you don’t deny your house was open
 72  ExII|    friend and companion:~if you don’t think these words likely
 73  ExII|        he deserved them,~if you don’t grieve at his suffering,
 74  ExII|         by Ovid whom you loved.~Don’t ask how I am. If I told
 75  ExII|  soldier and exile:~the rest, I don’t begrudge them, live in
 76  ExII|       shores of Styx, lost you.~Don’t think it’s so much the
 77  ExII|      Clodia and Via Flaminia.~I don’t know who I’ve cultivated
 78  ExII|       not implacable:~live, and don’t deny you could ever be
 79  ExII|    powers.~True I’ve no pain, I don’t burn and gasp with fever,~
 80   ExI|    equals my misfortunes,~and I don’t stain Scythian arrows
 81   ExI|      hesitate to read on!~Read, don’t banish my words with my
 82   ExI|         an audience, I beg you,~don’t close a harsh door against
 83   ExI|       found its proper heirs.~I don’t ask that it should try
 84   ExI|        bright virtues,~you, who don’t allow your nature to be
 85   ExI|        slight crowning touch.~I don’t deserve your praise, but
 86   ExI|       late to reprove my fault:~don’t speak bitter words to
 87   ExI|       to the tired swimmer,~and don’t regret supporting his
 88   ExI|       are, you care about me.~I don’t doubt you do, yet real
 89   ExI|         to what you’ve started, don’t desert the ship~at sea,
 90   ExI|       surrendered me to you – I don’t complain ~of her in doing
 91   ExI|    shipwreck on a gentle shore:~don’t let the waves prove safer
 92   ExI|       to be confessed here.~And don’t ask, what it is, I wrote
 93   ExI|       clean.~Did I sin further? Don’t seek to know,~so my guilt
 94 ExIII|        good wife.~Take care you don’t slip from that position.
 95 ExIII|        claim is true. ~Though I don’t complain myself, fame,
 96 ExIII|         when I’m silent, if you don’t show care for me.~Fate
 97 ExIII|   hateful’s being asked,~if you don’t succeed, the failure won’
 98 ExIII|     failure won’t harm you.~And don’t flare up because I ask
 99 ExIII|       established for all time:~don’t let your courage be less
100 ExIII|      less than your virtue.~You don’t have to raise an Amazon’
101 ExIII|       the burning pyre.~But you don’t need to die, don’t need
102 ExIII|      But you don’t need to die, don’t need Penelope’s weaving.~
103 ExIII|        shows that ancient times~don’t touch our age in their
104 ExIII|       adverse tide.~The oracles don’t always deliver sacred
105 ExIII|   chances by hastiness.~Again I don’t suggest you pick a time
106 ExIII|      the part you have to play.~Don’t defend my actions: a poor
107 ExIII|   cautious or fearful,~but they don’t deserve to be called bad.~
108 ExIII|    forbidden by harsh laws?~But don’t let Caesar’s anger at
109 ExIII|      will come, at your prayer.~Don’t be scared at the delay,
110 ExIII|     doctor’s skill.~Great poets don’t require indulgent readers:
111 ExIII|         if I lie)~if I, absent, don’t see you at almost ever
112 ExIII|     anger, from my case, if you don’t already know.~If I were
113 ExIII|         spare the wretched,~and don’t always, endlessly oppress
114 ExIII|   Indeed it’s a great thing you don’t dare to ask, my friends:~
115 ExIII|         t cloud my judgement,~I don’t immediately love what
116  ExIV|    Sextus, for his life.~If you don’t stop me setting down your
117  ExIV|     held from gratitude.~Please don’t let anger bear down on
118  ExIV|      needed.~You dissemble too: don’t want to be thought to
119  ExIV|         I’m the one, though you don’t want to hear it, joined
120  ExIV|         m the one, traitor, you don’t know if I’m still alive,~
121  ExIV|         holy month,~Pompey will don purple robes of high honour,~
122  ExIV|      than ten days, even if you don’t hurry ~on the journey,
123  ExIV|       missiles flung from above don’t stop you,~nor those arrow-tips
124  ExIV|        Ask Flaccus~ ~Meanwhile, don’t let me complain about
125  ExIV|         venom,~and human beings don’t become a hideous offering:~
126  ExIV|     want me still to stay here.~Don’t take my word for this:
127  ExIV|       far away from the city, I don’t bring it to your notice,~
128  ExIV|      its gentle course. And the Don~that separates two continents,
129  ExIV|    Theseus in faithfulness.~You don’t have to master enemies,
130  ExIV|      see that the winds of hope don’t desert my boat,~protect
131  ExIV|     desire or not desire,~and I don’t exactly know what would
132  ExIV|        at all away from here.~I don’t care where I’m sent to
133  ExIV|         troubles.~An honour you don’t often grant to one who’
134  ExIV|    error, or a remedy for it.~I don’t ask because I doubt: but,
135  IBIS|        You too, why hesitate to don the fatal bands? Now ~your
136   Ind|      between the Danube and the Don. Ovid calls the region of
137   Ind|       that Corinna was Julia. I don’t suggest any direct affair
138   Ind|       the work to Germanicus. I don’t think the Latin here indicates
139   Ind|        Dneiper) and the Tanais (Don), later used for all the
140   Ind| river-god of Scythia. The River Don.~Book TIII.IV:1-46 The border