Book, Verse

 1    1, 432 |                           And true Achates on his steps attends.~
 2    2, 197 |                   False tears true pity move; the king commands~
 3    2, 793 |                          T is true, a soldier can small honor
 4    3, Arg |   household gods give him the true sense of the oracle, in
 5    3, 552 |     prophetic Phoebus tell me true,~
 6    3, 724 | Hercules renown’d, if fame be true.~
 7    3, 790 |                          T is true, I am a Greek, and farther
 8    4, 780 |                          T is true—but am I sure to be receiv’
 9    6, 278 |           Foretold, alas! too true, Misenus’ death.”~
10    6, 469 |             For Phoebus, ever true in all he said,~
11    6, 619 |                      Of rumor true, in your reported death,~
12    6, 936 |                          T is true, computing times, I now
13    6, 1237|                               True visions thro’ transparent
14    7, 73  |    from Saturn, if records be true.~
15    8, 610 |                           And true Achates waited on his friend.~
16    9, 869 |     Go now, vain boaster, and true valor scorn!~
17   10, 1126|     will scarce believe ’t is true.~
18   11, 629 |                 For that’s as true as thy dissembled fears~
19   11, 1038|                   Yet, like a true Ligurian, born to cheat,~
20   12, 354 |                 Turnus, ’t is true, in this unequal strife,~
21   12, 960 |                          T is true, Messapus, fearless of his
22   12, 1183|                          T is true, Juturna mingled in the