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 1   T-I|   prepare ~what was fitting, my heart was numb with long delay.~
 2   T-I|    embraced each one dear to my heart.~While I spoke and we wept,
 3   T-I|         living~when my wretched heart was filled with desire for
 4   T-I|         my wife, clinging to my heart,~worthy of a happier, not
 5   T-I|         for the virtues of your heart.~Yet in so far as my praise
 6   T-I|       Sarmatian hills,~and your heart circled with veins of flint,~
 7   T-I|       limit to my tears.~Yet my heart, though grieving at my own
 8   T-I|    congratulate you with all my heart,~and myself, that your genius
 9   T-I|     stirred by wintry waves,~my heart is more turbulent than the
10  T-II|         and a visible god,~this heart supported you, greatest
11  T-II|       regard at all for an open heart.~I pray this, and other
12 T-III|    masked my cares, and my sick heart:~so, now the journey’s done,
13 T-III|   Hearing this won’t your whole heart be shaken~won’t you strike
14 T-III|     suffering them~with a brave heart, those you’ve known for
15 T-III|      bears.~You too cling to my heart, my friends, ~whom I’d like
16 T-III|        speak to you, each~in my heart, and be a source of fear
17 T-III|         re always present in my heart.~And in whatever way each
18 T-III|      will not be absent from my heart.~May the gods always grant
19 T-III|      were:~and your openness of heart to your dear friends –~is
20 T-III|       many hidden things, to my heart:~I told whatever secrets
21 T-III|     there’s no wickedness in my heart,~an error was the cause
22 T-III|        fire still burns in your heart,~only Sappho of Lesbos’s
23 T-III|          except the benefits of heart and mind.~Look at me, my
24 T-III|    quickly stabbed his innocent heart with a sword.~Then she tore
25 T-III|   beasts,~and, I’ll swear, your heart is made of stone.~What further
26 T-III| pleasure you can in your greedy heart:~I’ve suffered so many evils
27  T-IV|    soaked by my weeping,~and my heart feels the old wounds, like
28  T-IV|     soft sleep leave her caring heart?~Do cares rise, while you
29  T-IV|          and eases the grieving heart.~All can be lessened by
30  T-IV|      your life.~If not, if your heart still burns with hatred
31  T-IV|     from Cupid’s arrows,~was my heart, that the slightest thing
32   T-V|     always in the depths of his heart.~He calls you his Patroclus:
33   T-V|      leave my body,~before your heart’s wounded through my fault,~
34   T-V|   conquers him,~he has a tender heart for the prayers of the fearful,~
35   T-V|       distant Getae?~Grant me a heart strengthened by the vigorous
36   T-V|       he lacks himself.~Sick at heart I’ve drawn the sickness
37  ExII|         the worm’s mouth,~so my heart feels the constant bite
38  ExII|        on her frosty horses,~my heart melts with its unending
39  ExII|   accustomed sweetness~move the heart of a hero who must be treated
40  ExII|         not so powerful~that my heart could be healed by your
41  ExII|         not cure a wound in the heart.~Medicine can’t remove the
42  ExII|        in a foreign land – your heart was sad?~You may try to
43  ExII|        thing~from afar, help my heart with your encouragement,~
44  ExII|   greeting, Severus, dear to my heart,~sent to you by Ovid whom
45  ExII|        It’s not so much that my heart desires the fields I lost,~
46  ExII|   fields under the plough~so my heart would not be fixed on its
47  ExII|    makes me rejoice~with all my heart, spun strong threads at
48   ExI|        The delights of Caesar’s heart are mine too, as far~as
49   ExI|        occupies a temple in his heart,~how he heard happy omens
50   ExI|       it would vanish from your heart,~though you drank deep of
51   ExI|     your praise, but you have a heart~that’s pure as milk or the
52   ExI|      pray, aloud, with all your heart,~that all your actions might
53   ExI|        the wheel’s rim,~than my heart’s trampled by this run of
54   ExI|        aversion to life, losing heart.~And you give no small comfort
55   ExI|       my words.~I pray my timid heart’s presentiments prove true,~
56   ExI|     forever in your remembering heart.~~ Book EII.XI:1-28 To Rufus:
57   ExI|       loyalty be driven from my heart:~and I’ll return this spirit
58 ExIII|       night, strain~with a full heart and with every sinew.~And
59 ExIII|          since you have a noble~heart, and the straightforwardness
60 ExIII| trumpet-call to arms.~Though my heart were colder than snow and
61 ExIII|        of a god, a god is in my heart,~this I prophesy, led by
62 ExIII|        joy might have filled my heart, when I~was swayed, and
63 ExIII|        ago in the temple of his heart.~Jupiter casually hurls
64 ExIII|      what you’ve all learned by heart, I suppose.~You already
65  ExIV|   waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if~they exist, I’ll still
66  ExIV|          no man a more merciful heart than you, Brutus:~so whoever
67  ExIV|         d have offered incense, heart fuller than my salver,~rejoicing
68  ExIV|     move you, I’d think you’d a heart~encased in hard iron or
69  ExIV|        to be gentler,~than your heart be harsh to your weary friend.~
70  ExIV|      wish I were as happy as my heart is pure!~No one still alive
71  IBIS|         deal with so merciful a heart.~Pontus might hear it: perhaps
72  IBIS|        rip out your treacherous heart,~and let there be (though
73   Ind|    vegetation god born from the heart of the wood.) See Metamorphoses
74   Ind|        Corinna, his susceptible heart but blameless life, his
75   Ind|        Rome, as the city of the heart.~Book EII.I:68 The buildings