Book,  Verse

 1      I,   325|                              Tis true no triumph now would
 2      I,   329|     thou be unpunished. Yet 'tis fate~ ~
 3      I,   412|                          If 'tis thy wish the very truth
 4      I,   413|                              Tis mine to speak it; we complain
 5      I,   508|                To you alone 'tis given the gods and stars~ ~
 6      I,   698|                              Tis not for me to tell; this
 7      I,   735|    Thus journey on obscure? 'Tis war that comes,~ ~
 8    III,   133|            As yet unopened. 'Tis the love of gold~ ~
 9     IV,   389|                              Tis that I value still the boon
10     IV,   911|             Is hid the war. 'Tis thus to suffering Rome,~ ~
11      V,   855|        With speediest ruin. 'Tis enough for thee~ ~
12      V,   873|      and fates of marriage; 'tis not death~ ~
13     VI,   394|                              Tis Pelion that meets the morning
14    VII,   332|      O'er our Italia? Rome, 'tis Rome they hate~ ~
15    VII,   352|    predestined honours: for 'tis I~ ~
16    VII,   364|    Is savage Sulla's pupil. 'Tis for you,~ ~
17    VII,   451| kinsman's scorn. From this, 'tis yours to save.~ ~
18   VIII,    91|                              Tis thine to love. Curb this
19   VIII,   127|                          If 'tis our greatest glory to have
20     IX,   314|                   Since now 'tis safe to conquer and no lord~ ~
21     IX,   455|        Will risk their all. 'Tis not in Cato's thoughts~ ~
22     IX,   721|           Drink, nor delay: 'tis from the threatening tooth~ ~
23      X,   109|    the last words, by which 'tis mine to share~ ~
24      X,   269|    Burned dark by suns: and 'tis in time of spring,~ ~
25      X,   315|     Nile.~ ~ ~ "If, Caesar, 'tis my part~ ~