II.10. In expectation to be rich
Here you reach the highest pitch.
VII.10. Of this, concerning nothing, much—
Too often do we hear of such!
XII.10. O'er land and sea, passing on deadly wings,
Pain to the strong, to weaklings death it brings.
I.11. Requests like these, however long they be,
Stop just too soon for common courtesy.
XI.11. Cæsar, the living dead salute thee here,
Facing for thy delight tooth, claw, and spear.