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 1   T-I|       now from my funeral rites.~Tell them the face of my own
 2  T-II|    matter,~it’s virtuous work to tell one’s country’s tale.~Lastly,
 3  T-II|        try.~It’s a rich mind can tell of Caesar’s mighty deeds,~
 4  T-II|        Clytemnestra’s crime.~Why tell of Bellerephon, who defeated
 5  T-II|         two nights were one?~Why tell of Admetus, Theseus, Protesilaus~
 6 T-III|        it’s no trouble, readers, tell me what place,~what house
 7 T-III|        it’s not safe or brief to tell.~As if from its own wound,
 8 T-III|         of rumour.~I hope he can tell what he’s heard of Caesar’
 9  T-IV|        to this distant world, to tell me what I long for.~He’ll
10  T-IV|        me what I long for.~He’ll tell of a late triumph, already
11  T-IV|    bright face upon my lady,~and tell me if she thinks of me or
12  T-IV|        of the fixed fires cannot tell you,~say to yourself in
13  T-IV|           Often Propertius would tell about his passions,~by right
14  T-IV|       any testimony of mine.~Why tell of friends’ wickedness and
15  ExII|      Venus’s beloved Cyprus.~Why tell of the ancient Romans, whose~
16  ExII|        out so little of what you tell him.~Yet I don’t deny if
17  ExII|         thin,’~and tear for tear tell you of my sufferings,~enjoying
18  ExII|          believe what its people tell of themselves.~The fierce
19   ExI|     youths in war or peace.~I’ll tell of that triumph also perhaps
20   ExI|          sins, as you ought,~and tell me the ills I endure are
21 ExIII|         Maximus, attend,~while I tell of what I saw, a ghost of
22 ExIII|        reach to Homeric song,~or tell the actions of the mighty
23 ExIII|        labours, in my hands.~But tell me, O youth, pregnant with
24 ExIII|       enjoy your speech.~I can’t tell you then how blessed I am,~
25 ExIII|         Criticism ~ ~Brutus, you tell me someone’s carping at
26 ExIII|         dislike (why hesitate to tell you the truth)~correcting,
27  ExIV|          you’ll only allow me to tell the truth,~that my books
28  ExIV| fickleness is revealed.~Or come, tell me about some resentment
29  ExIV|        swords,~it’s difficult to tell of all your warlike actions
30  ExIV|         your latest glories,~and tell of your great actions with
31  ExIV|       helped by a god’s power.~I tell how the body of our father,
32  IBIS|          high rock, or, as books tell, die Socrates’ death:~as
33   Ind|         by Apollo, but cursed to tell the truth and not be believed.
34   Ind|          punished for failing to tell the authorities about it,
35   Ind|        that is is a long tale to tell, and not a safe one (presumably
36   Ind|   violated her, and she vowed to tell the world of his crime.