Book,  Verse

 1     IV,   407|                           Bid not the conquered conquer
 2     IV,   569|   greater glory, they may bid us hope~ ~
 3     IV,   799|                       And bid my soldiers to the plain
 4      V,   882|  one chain; and dost thou bid me now~ ~
 5     VI,   184|                     Might bid you stand. We are the chosen
 6     VI,   707|       The certain terror. Bid my destiny~ ~
 7     VI,   904|                As I shall bid thee; great shall be thy
 8    VII,    52|     And shouts of welcome bid great Caesar hail.~ ~ ~ ~
 9   VIII,   210|  210 But whither now dost bid me shape the yards~ ~
10     IX,   621|          Nor does Astraea bid the Fishes sink~ ~
11     IX,   659| What, Labienus, dost thou bid me ask?~ ~
12     IX,   762|                           Bid cease the soil. Borne down
13     IX,  1270|   Thus have we lost -- to bid the conquered live.~ ~
14      X,   116|                           Bid that the king shall reign,