Book,  Verse

 1      I,   419|    Is civil conquest then so base and vile?~ ~
 2      I,   610|    610 Earth tottered on its base: the mighty Alps~ ~
 3     II,   330|           330 Slips from her base, who sits with folded hands?~ ~
 4     II,   755| Split from his summit to his base, were plunged~ ~
 5    III,   549|  refalls, from battlement to base~ ~
 6     IV,   252|                           Of base betrayal! Not for boon of
 7     IV,   313|           Scorning their own base lives and hating light,~ ~
 8     IV,   386|        Thrown me before some base ignoble foe,~ ~
 9     IV,   567|          And tempt us with a base unhonoured life.~ ~
10     VI,   880|      daughter. And for thee, base king,~ ~
11   VIII,   540|      540 All who advised the base Pellaean king,~ ~
12   VIII,   787|                      To this base varlet of the Pharian king?~ ~
13   VIII,   805|       Last of thy race, thou base degenerate boy,~ ~
14     IX,   157|                 Shameful and base, while trusting to the gods~ ~
15     IX,   331|      you life! O slaves most base,~ ~
16     IX,   535|                 From roof to base were hurried on the blast.~ ~
17     IX,   544|             Upon its ancient base and made the lands~ ~
18      X,    92|      gather: he in dalliance base~ ~
19      X,   631|              By Ganymede her base attendant, fled~ ~