Book, Verse

 1    1, 72  |    years my fruitless force employ~
 2    1, 840 |      who your pious offices employ~
 3    2, 40  |   pile their wond’ring eyes employ:~
 4    3, 315 | this new kind of combat all employ~
 5    4, 545 |               Now Hermes is employ’d from Jove’s abode,~
 6    4, 616 |   fleet against his friends employ,~
 7    4, 634 |  But all her arts are still employ’d in vain;~
 8    5, 833 |  you now; the precious hour employ:~
 9    7, 176 | to-morrow’s dawn, your care employ,~
10    7, 336 |   Anchises did in sacrifice employ;~
11    9, 539 |     next attempt? what arms employ,~
12   10, 981 |                   All hands employ’d, and all their darts are
13   11, 350 |                    And care employ’d, their embassy is lost;~
14   11, 429 |  this hand shall never more employ;~
15   11, 579 |  alone your matchless force employ,~
16   12, 1320|   of arms and points of art employ’d,~