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 1   T-I|           deceive, it’s clear you’re mine.~But enter quietly so my
 2   T-I|             t be read~because you’re mine, and thrusts you away,~say: ‘
 3   T-I|              will crush this life of mine, with lips~praying in vain,
 4   T-I|          exile:~it’s the only ill of mine she knows, and groans at.~
 5   T-I|            whom surely no offence of mine ~has wounded, be content
 6   T-I|           debtor for the life that’s mine,~and my spirit will melt
 7   T-I|           need, a fate dissimilar to mine. ~Still, if this ship were
 8   T-I|             were Fortune’s crew, not mine.~So, O few, aid my wounded
 9   T-I|              his native land:~I fled mine, defeated and an exile.~
10   T-I|              so many other things of mine.~As Althaea, they say, burning
11   T-I|            You who read this work of mine without malice,~may you
12   T-I|        genius is not hidden.~If only mine had been buried in deep
13   T-I| Golden-haired Minerva’s protection’s mine, and will be,~I pray, and
14   T-I|              the narrow Symplegades,~mine to plough through the Bistonian
15   T-I|          music of his songs, as I do mine.~ ~ The End of Tristia Book
16  T-II|              the common prayers with mine as well. ~Do I need to say
17  T-II|          praise with richer wit than mine:~but as a god’s won by red
18  T-II|        assigned a remoter place than mine.~There’s nothing further
19  T-II|            be established nothing of mine will harm.~But I ‘corrupt
20  T-II|              some part of it all was mine to sing,~as the sun’s radiant
21 T-III|       longed-for places,~whatever of mine remains in the city I’ve
22 T-III|         breeze bore me,~this boat of mine sailed on through calm water,~
23 T-III|              a brighter destiny than mine.~You deserve my prayers
24 T-III|            to me, while I could,~and mine to you, often your critic,
25 T-III|           un-revised,~if anything of mine is on their lips.~Add this
26  T-IV|              if you’re ashamed to be mine!~Where is that time when
27  T-IV|          loved to be, and be called, mine?~Like a true woman you were
28  T-IV|            the common wealth is also mine.~Jupiter adds his divinity
29  T-IV|          blame,~since this letter of mine wasn’t prompted by you.~
30  T-IV|            gods shun, that’s nearest mine:~And near my land are those
31  T-IV|         revealed by any testimony of mine.~Why tell of friends’ wickedness
32  T-IV|        things, ~attacked any work of mine with malignant teeth.~Though
33   T-V|         complaint,~nor are the words mine, they are my fate’s.~But
34   T-V|           much better your fate than mine!’ ~He wrote me weeping,
35   T-V|             fulfil her days.~I’d add mine to hers, but I fear lest
36   T-V|           befriend you:~no prayer of mine could be more heartfelt.~
37   T-V|           fortunes be different from mine! – ‘Vale’.~~ Book TV.XIV:
38  ExII|             no honour in any book of mine.~If you’re dubious about
39  ExII|            was less and lighter than mine,~if great fame didn’t merely
40  ExII|            profit?~So far no work of mine, you can list them all,~
41  ExII|        possesses no greater wit than mine.~Here, in this land where
42  ExII|             his tears endlessly with mine.~O how often, as the frustrating
43  ExII|            this is the only thing of mine allowed in Rome.~I couldn’
44   ExI|       thought any sweetness could be mine in Scythia,~but this land’
45   ExI|       delights of Caesar’s heart are mine too, as far~as my powers
46   ExI|            that to live this life of mine is like death.~Theseus went
47   ExI|              care that this faith of mine is not called ~false, and
48   ExI|              the people’s prayer and mine as well.~~ Book EII.VI:1-
49   ExI|           yet a weightier offence of mine’s to be confessed here.~
50   ExI|           flowed~over your face when mine was dry, rigid with pain:~
51 ExIII|            friends, and one voice of mine seeks help from many.~Should
52  ExIV|         hearts,~that once used to be mine, has all vanished.~My Muse
53  ExIV|            your tears, that equalled mine,~would have thought we were
54  ExIV|             honours would be no less mine than yours.~I’d be so proud
55  ExIV|             add both your prayers to mine, I beg you,~and, if the
56  ExIV|          there’s no hiding that it’s mine.~And I think I could say
57  ExIV|        friend, forgive this fault of mine.~Wanting to write otherwise,
58  IBIS|            by his deeds.~No delay is mine: I act as priest with sure
59  IBIS|              and these hated days of mine.~~ Ibis:135-162 The Litany