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 1   T-I|        the same winds drive my sails and prayers ~who knows where,
 2   T-I|   would credit it? –~to set my sails for the Sarmatian land.~
 3   T-I|       linger here? –~Why do my sails desire Italy’s shores?~Caesar
 4 T-III|        the winter storm,~broad sails bring more risk than the
 5 T-III|       too high,~and narrow the sails of your intentions.~Since
 6  T-IV|        home,~fill my returning sails, and the god be appeased.~~
 7   T-V|     favourable winds failed my sails.~Yet, you gods, and Caesar,
 8   T-V|      following breeze drove my sails on,~I was attracted by the
 9  ExII|        demanding, and trim the sails of prayer I beg you.~I only
10   ExI|    favouring breeze swelled my sails:~now the wild seas are tumultuous
11   ExI|    loyal, and seeing that that sails of the broken boat~are not
12   ExI|     have rounded Ceraunia,~all sails standing, so might I have
13 ExIII|   arrived on board a ship~with sails, and set their feet on our
14  ExIV|       breeze filled his driven sails.~Nor is it any effort to
15  ExIV|  Phyllis:~the poet of a sea of sails whose verse you’d think~
16  IBIS|         who saw Aeneas’ Trojan sails approaching:~such a fate
17   Ind| Adriatic.~Book TI.IV:1-28 Ovid sails by on his way to exile.~