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  1   T-I|         the dear places, with my words:~I’ll walk among them on
  2   T-I| defending me, despite the biting words:~a poor case will prove
  3   T-I|         wretch, I’m wasting idle words in vain.~My mouth that speaks
  4   T-I|       and fearful Notus hurls my words away,~and won’t let my prayers
  5   T-I|       trembling lips,~poured out words to the Penates, before her,~
  6   T-I|         No more delay, I left my words unfinished,~and embraced
  7   T-I|       parting,~mingled these sad words amongst my tears:~‘I can’
  8   T-I|          dare to sustain me with words when the bolt struck,~who
  9   T-I|         t compass all my ills in words,~the content is greater
 10   T-I|         him, you also, with your words,~and if not to shed a tear
 11   T-I|  misfortune~still to offer a few words of feigned distress,~and,
 12   T-I|         Ah me! How few of you my words can move!~Such is my state,
 13   T-I|          saw me scribbling these words~in the midst of the waves,
 14  T-II|       and not exile,~and special words cover my possessions.~There’
 15  T-II|        many exceedingly shameful words:~it didn’t harm one author
 16  T-II|        ears are burned by sinful words:~your eyes get used to many
 17 T-III|        old Pythagoras of Samos’s words are true,~a Roman will wander
 18 T-III|      dictate it.~Accept the last words perhaps my lips will utter,~
 19 T-III|         drank with your faithful words.~Even now you defend your
 20 T-III|          tears with my lips, the words in my ears,~I felt your
 21 T-III|    tongue has spoken,~no impious words poured out with too much
 22 T-III|          they harmed me,~forcing words to fit with alternating
 23 T-III|  Acontius have~an apple to write words on for Cydippe to read. ~
 24 T-III|       attack a ghost with bitter words, so cruelly?~I beg you,
 25 T-III|         his work of art in these words:~‘There’s greater worth
 26 T-III|     propitious prayers with fine words?~My situation and the times
 27 T-III|          unresponsive gods,~fine words don’t rise to my lips in
 28 T-III|           shameful confession! –~words fail me, and I’ve forgotten
 29 T-III|         afraid lest you read the words~of Pontus, in my writings,
 30  T-IV|      whose ears appreciate Latin words.~I write, and read to myself –
 31  T-IV|     altar for my fortunes,~whose words of comfort revived this
 32  T-IV|     wealth behind.’~Moved by his words, and leaving Helicon alone,~
 33  T-IV|          alone,~I tried to write words that were free of metre.~
 34   T-V|        of complaint,~nor are the words mine, they are my fate’s.~
 35   T-V|          ease a deadly pain with words, is something:~it created
 36   T-V|       did.~He often recalls your words, your face, your cries,~
 37   T-V|         to deceive my cares with words.~What else can I do, alone
 38   T-V|      might~chance to utter a few words of Latin while speaking.~
 39   T-V|      long disuse,~now, the Latin words scarcely even occur to me.~
 40   T-V|  precarious wheel,~nor the proud words that the goddess hates.~
 41   T-V|      laugh foolishly at my Latin words.~and they often talk maliciously
 42   T-V|        have now,~and wish to set words on their proper feet,~no
 43   T-V|       ear,~or understand what my words signify.~Everywhere’s filled
 44   T-V|          loyalty, denying me the words?~I beg you to alter that!
 45  ExII|         take it, just speak kind words for a wretched exile.~For
 46  ExII|      fading, was revived by your words,~as the pulse recovers when
 47  ExII|          could be healed by your words.~You could reduce the whirlpool
 48  ExII|     friends~asks you to read his words to you, Maximus.~Don’t look
 49  ExII|     harsh with me, ~and add some words of your own to my prayers.~
 50  ExII|        Letters instead of spoken words bring you the greeting~you
 51  ExII|        that I, Ovid, write these words, still hidden from you?~
 52  ExII|         you’re offended by these words,~and deny that I had any
 53  ExII|         if you don’t think these words likely to harm him.~if you
 54  ExII|  familiar sorrows,~and learn the words the Getic bullocks understand~
 55  ExII|        to ease your pain.’~These words lessened my weariness with
 56   ExI|       his own.~Mark my prophetic words to you even now, ~you, greatest
 57   ExI|        on!~Read, don’t banish my words with my self:~my verse is
 58   ExI|     voice,~show favour, carry my words to the gods of Rome,~worshipped
 59   ExI|         own ashes.~So speak your words as if no error ever misled
 60   ExI|     Antiphates, who’ll hear your words,~but a calm and merciful
 61   ExI|        you worship,~while adding words of your own to my prayers.~
 62   ExI|          day was briefer than my words.~Often you listened to a
 63   ExI|        An Abortive Poem~ ~I send words composed in elegiac measure,
 64   ExI|       approve it with favourable words,~and you praise my genius,
 65   ExI|         he has you to elicit his words, from your own.~When you
 66   ExI|      such nobility in his use of words.~Though you please him,
 67   ExI|          flows from me into your words.~So you’re right to think
 68   ExI|        fault:~don’t speak bitter words to the defendant who’s confessed.~
 69   ExI|          wrath of Caesar?~Bitter words were added to my punishment.~
 70   ExI|          head seems to nod at my words.~I pray my timid heart’s
 71   ExI|           that Ovid writes these words to you?~If the ring is not
 72   ExI|          changing talk,~and more words than inches if you numbered
 73 ExIII|      trumpets,~and the general’s words urge on troops fighting
 74 ExIII|        who’s to be moved by your words,~no murderous Danaid, not
 75 ExIII|      approach,~then reflect your words may achieve something.~If
 76 ExIII|       should be silent.~Let your words be nothing but anxious prayers.~
 77 ExIII|    sometimes carry the weight of words.~Make sure it’s a lucky
 78 ExIII|          freed and I spoke these words:~‘Boy, the cause of your
 79 ExIII|          to reply to me in these words:~‘I swear by my weapons,
 80 ExIII|   doubted your approval of these words, Maximus,~I might believe
 81 ExIII|      Triumph’~ ~Ovid sends these words, bearing no empty greeting,~
 82 ExIII|         to happy songs.~Cheerful words, though searched for, hardly
 83 ExIII|        that no poet thinks these words are spoken~against their
 84 ExIII|         still green.~It’s not my words you read, I’m banished to
 85 ExIII|         things to come,~prove my words, I pray, with swift vindication.~~
 86 ExIII|     Getae. ~I’ve read the fluent words you spoke in the crowded
 87 ExIII| Centumviri, in judgement of your words,~and a greater joy might
 88 ExIII|          bitter fate with gentle words.~Why do you, by fearing
 89 ExIII|   Unknown Friends: Resignation~ ~Words fail me, at asking the same
 90 ExIII|        any of it’s heard,~and my words, ignored, lack any profit.~
 91  ExIV|          this, and not reject my words~with contempt, nor consider
 92  ExIV|       writing,~no joy in weaving words into metre,~whether it’s
 93  ExIV|         might have managed three words on a sheet of paper?~I scarcely
 94  ExIV|           but nevertheless these words came to my ears:~‘Lo, I,
 95  ExIV|          lend their ears to your words.~When your speech from eloquent
 96  ExIV|     customary, the day’s brought words of good-omen,~and you’ve
 97  ExIV|          now?’~If anyone reports words like that to me, ~I’ll immediately
 98  ExIV|          safe to confess,~surely words of deceit involve less danger.~
 99  ExIV|    stopped.~He’ll be laying down words of law to the citizens,
100  ExIV|           I want you to reply in words like these:~‘He’s alive
101  ExIV|    Celtic kings,~the truth of my words will not be ignored.~You
102  ExIV|         a great service,~if it’s words I give in return for my
103  ExIV|    waging war, the next coercing words,~what’s labour for others,
104  ExIV|      congratulate you with sweet words and kisses,~and your honours
105  ExIV|        offer incense to them and words of prayer,~every time the
106  ExIV|          You mustn’t think these words spoken by a complaining ~
107  ExIV|         wise~repeating the trite words of the learned to you:~I
108  ExIV|      work in Getic,~where savage words are set to Italian metres.~
109  ExIV|      Being Nice To Tomis~ ~These words are sent to you, whose name
110  ExIV|       irritated with me for such words,~and public anger’s stirred
111  ExIV|        even if I were blacker in words than Illyrian ~pitch, no
112  ExIV|          granting tyrants fierce words,~Proculus holding to Callimachus’
113  ExIV|          Satyrs,~Capella locking words in elegiac couplets:~and
114  IBIS|         rites, show favour to my words:~whoever is at my rites,
115  IBIS|          at my rites, speak your words of mourning,~and with wet
116  IBIS|    strength according only to my words:~and let weighty matters
117  IBIS|      cliffs,~who had spoken evil words to the unconquered god.~
118  IBIS|         Maledictions: Concluding Words~ ~Or like a Sicilian may
119  IBIS|          ve forgotten you,~these words are sent to you in a hasty
120   Ind|        312 Ovid quotes the first words of De Rerum Natura, ‘Aeneadum
121   Ind|       Aegean wind blowing Ovid’s words away.~The warring of the
122   Ind|      Ovid plays with the opening words of the Aeneid, ‘Arma virumque