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 1   T-I|      perhaps, who asks how I am,~say I’m alive, but deny that
 2   T-I|      mine, and thrusts you away,~say: ‘Look at the title: I’m
 3   T-I|        salt waters.~It’s hard to say from here, though, whether
 4   T-I|           Maddened by grief they say she was overcome ~by darkness,
 5   T-I|          Hide it, yet know it, I say this to you, best friend,~
 6   T-I|      gaze, it will prompt you to say:~‘How far away our friend
 7   T-I|        of mine.~As Althaea, they say, burning the brand, burned ~
 8   T-I|         distress,~and, at least, say something, as even strangers
 9   T-I| adversity, what they loved.~They say even Thoas approved of Pylades,~
10   T-I|       friend to the Shades,~they say Pluto, god of Tartarus,
11   T-I|      Alcathous’s walls~who, they say, set their gods down in
12  T-II|      mine as well. ~Do I need to say that even the books that
13  T-II|      destroyed.~humble, yet they say, in our ancestors’ time~
14  T-II|         Defence~ ~‘But,’ you may say, ‘the wife can use others’
15 T-III|       you, and no day.~They even say when I babbled disjointed
16 T-III|         little wine,~let someone say my lady’s come, I’ll rise,~
17 T-III|           LOVER, AS YOU PASS BY,~SAY ‘EASY MAY THE BONES OF OVID
18 T-III|         the blind night.~So I’ll say nothing but that I sinned, ~
19 T-III|        ask you quickly how I am.~Say I live, but so that I’d
20 T-III|       fit with alternating feet.~Say: ‘Do you still cling to
21 T-III|       called Tomis, because they say~it was here the sister cut
22 T-III|      certain.~Often in trying to say something – shameful confession! –~
23  T-IV|          the hours of toil.~They say that Achilles, sad, when
24  T-IV|       fleece, twisted for me.~To say nothing of ambush, or the
25  T-IV|    self-criticism.~Still I often say: ‘Who’s it for, this careful
26  T-IV|          treacherous place.~They say the one who follows him
27  T-IV|          son,~leapt across, they say, to his undoing,~and turn
28  T-IV|     fixed fires cannot tell you,~say to yourself in a voice that
29  T-IV|         prayer to speak, I can’t say~what feelings I wish you
30  T-IV|        stained with murder.~They say this was once the kingdom
31  T-IV|       for praise,~wish you could say out loud: ‘I am that man.’~
32  T-IV|        many above myself, people say~I’m not inferior, and I’
33   T-V|       the swans of Cayster, they say, along its banks,~mourn
34   T-V|          better in silence,’~you say, ‘by mutely concealing your
35   T-V|        if I tried to count them,~say I’d tried to number the
36   T-V|          in the Icarian Sea. ~To say nothing of the journey’s
37   T-V|         you’ve gazed around you, say in memory~of me: ‘Where’
38   T-V|        not far from the truth to say he struck him:~yet his friend
39   T-V|        no or yes to what to they say.~Add to all this that the
40   T-V|         the vigorous power ~they say Socrates had, who was accused
41   T-V|        permission, Muses, let me say: Sisters, ~the nine of you
42  ExII|    father on his shoulders,~they say the very flames made way
43  ExII|         If anything the wretched say’s believed,~I repent, and
44  ExII|  desperate sickness.~And I don’t say so because I’m the wiser
45  ExII|          slight body in my arms,~say: ‘It’s love for me that’
46  ExII|         seek in it.~Or do people say truly that poets are not
47  ExII|      greatest proof of what they say,~I who persist in sowing
48  ExII|          pulse grows faint.~They say those shut in prison hope
49  ExII|       myself, I’m not ashamed to say:~if they’re still living,
50  ExII|         and though it’s wrong to say it, and I’d not have thought~
51   ExI|      temple while I live,~you’ll say that both my prophecies
52   ExI|      they’ve injured.~Some might say it isn’t wise. I admit it.~
53   ExI|       this age.~It’s shameful to say, yet, if we confess the
54   ExI|        you felt it too.~Yet they say that when you heard the
55   ExI|        acquainted with you,~they say you were grieved by my exile:~
56   ExI|       speak in that fashion,~and say: ‘This is eloquence appropriate
57   ExI|          less than I earned.~You say true, but it’s too late
58   ExI|         to Iulus,~I’m pleased to say is what you are to my wife.~
59 ExIII|       ensure that jealousy can’t say:~‘She’s indifferent to her
60 ExIII|        ll barely be able even to say that.~I suspect it won’t
61 ExIII|           by Euxine waters.~They say that while he was king a
62 ExIII|      through the clear air.~They say Diana set her down in these
63 ExIII|     Achilles,~nor did Numa, they say, harm Pythagoras.~Not to
64 ExIII|     their feet by the long robe.~Say, I beg you, did you ever
65 ExIII|         t be told,~and you can’t say that you are free from blame)~
66 ExIII|         in a pleasanter place?~I say the same things so often
67  ExIV|       you sometimes,~when you’ll say: ‘Ah, what’s that poor wretch
68  ExIV|     desire for glory.~Such, they say, was Ajax at Troy, when
69  ExIV|         pleases me:~in which you say you’ll bring me aid, as
70  ExIV|       gods too, if it’s right to say it, take on existence~through
71  ExIV|        you’re free to ask, would say that I’m~not inventing this,
72  ExIV|        Those who come from Italy say you barely believe all this.~
73  ExIV|       speaking so precisely,~I’d say: ‘I’ve whiled away the time,
74  ExIV|     dying, but it’s difficult to say:~I can’t find anything to
75  ExIV|        mine.~And I think I could say which works are yours~even
76  ExIV|          the law’s not needed: I say it myself.~Set me down,
77  ExIV|          this sad gift~you can’t say you own nothing in Pontus.~
78  ExIV|       them, if it’s not wrong to say so, my Muse’s ~bright name,
79  IBIS|         yellow crocuses, I would say, in Cilician country,~nor
80  IBIS|    suffer as many wounds as they say ~they suffered, whom a knife
81  IBIS|       the kindling pyre,~as they say Broteas did in his desire
82  IBIS|          bride died.~And as they say the tragedian Lycophron
83  IBIS|     mutilate ~the parts, as they say Mamertas’s limbs were maimed.~
84  IBIS|      your bones, with which~they say Ulysses, the son-in-law
85  IBIS|       race die with you, as they say~his six brothers died with
86   Ind|        below, or as some sources say leapt to his death.~ ~Atalanta ~
87   Ind|         his ugliness, or as some say on being driven mad by Artemis.~ ~
88   Ind|   Strophades islands, where some say their lives were spared.