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 1   T-I|          ve loved like brothers,~O hearts joined to me by Thesean
 2   T-I|          Loyalty in Friendship~ ~O you who’ll always be named
 3   T-I|    Fortune’s crew, not mine.~So, O few, aid my wounded state
 4  T-II|          stopped short of death,~O Prince, how sparingly you
 5  T-II|    things, might move your will,~O father, O guardian, and
 6  T-II|        move your will,~O father, O guardian, and salvation
 7 T-III|   quickly,~how difficult was it, O great gods, to spare the
 8 T-III|         TIII.IV:1-46 A Warning~ ~O you who were always dear
 9 T-III|    resound not the three forums.~O four times, O endlessly
10 T-III|      three forums.~O four times, O endlessly blessed that man~
11  T-IV|          Messalinus: His Guilt~ ~O you, who are noble in ancestral
12  T-IV|      country can be Ovid’s land.~O let the winds, that carried
13  T-IV|        Friend (Probably Cotta)~ ~O you the foremost of my dear
14   T-V|         Roman people is assured,~O glory, O symbol of the country
15   T-V|      people is assured,~O glory, O symbol of the country that
16   T-V|       that prospers~through you, O hero equal to that world
17   T-V|         than your face and eyes, O you, sweeter~than the honey
18  ExII|      young when I left the city.~O let the gods grant me to
19  ExII|       tears endlessly with mine.~O how often, as the frustrating
20  ExII|     ready to cause my own death!~O how often he said: ‘The
21   ExI|         set on an honoured brow.~O happy are those allowed
22   ExI|        death, clothed in purple.~O, kindest gods, assent to
23   ExI|        your being taken from me, O powers~of the State: you’
24   ExI|     mutual assistance. ~You too, O Cotys, son worthy of your
25 ExIII|        give to an exiled friend,~O star of the Fabii, Maximus,
26 ExIII|          after long ages~is you, O fond soldier of my army.~
27 ExIII|         you ought to forgive me, O reader,~if I’ve made errors
28 ExIII|      spoke in the crowded forum,~O youth not unworthy of your
29 ExIII|        in my hands.~But tell me, O youth, pregnant with my
30 ExIII| surrounded by crowds of enemies.~O, how only one of my many
31  ExIV|        down on my loyal service.~O, how often I thought myself
32  ExIV|          was nowhere to be read!~O, how often, when I wished
33  ExIV|         Severus: A Fellow Poet~ ~O Severus, mightiest poet
34  ExIV|       sacred house be lessened. ~O, I can swear with a clear
35  ExIV|       Winter~ ~Greetings to you, O Carus, counted among my