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 1   T-I| happy things, sad things~ I sing in sadness:’ ~ Ex Ponto
 2   T-I|   my lips are inadequate to sing your worth! –~if I had any
 3  T-II|    you should be sung, ~and sing your praise with richer
 4  T-II|     ankle-covering dress.~I sing what is lawful, permissible
 5  T-II|  part of it all was mine to sing,~as the sun’s radiant light
 6  T-II|      but if you order me to sing of the Giants, beaten~by
 7  T-II|     reveller,~and those who sing of war belligerent.~~ Book
 8  T-II|  from her natal waves.~Some sing the noise of war, its blood-stained
 9   T-V|     if any of you ask why I sing so many~sad things: I’ve
10   T-V|   sentence be reduced, I’ll sing~what he’ll approve, free
11   T-V|     you,~my friends: that I sing of existence among the Scythian
12   T-V|      So my verses, rightly, sing your praises, Caesar,~however
13   ExI|  incriminated by ‘Art’.~You sing whatever immortal Homer
14 ExIII|   sea in disguise.~No birds sing, unless they’re ones from
15 ExIII|  happy things, sad things I sing in sadness:~every time is
16  ExIV|    added interest,~and I’ll sing you in some measure, send
17  ExIV|    so suited to the one you sing. ~And perhaps my Muse can
18  ExIV|    ancient farmer, dared to sing of how ~his Ascra was a
19  IBIS| There’ll be a poet who will sing your fate.’~I am that poet:
20   Ind| They were said (falsely) to sing their own death song. See
21   Ind|       Arma virumque cano: I sing of arms and the man’. He