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 1 9  | malpractices of the black art, if I write poems in praise of the boys
 2 36 |            since I shall attempt to write on those subjects both in
 3 37 |           us try now whether what I write may serve me in good stead
 4 40 |            told you just now that I write treatises on the organs
 5 54 |          sorcerer! Else why did you write it? Have you breathed silent
 6 70 |           70] ~Did you, Aemilianus, write what has just been read
 7 79 |             whom love has driven to write a lying letter? Is it not
 8 87 |       servant? Why, again, should I write in such faulty words, such
 9 87 |             themselves admit that I write amatory verse with sufficient
10 101|           as to what Pudentilla may write in her will. He may approach
11 103|           Philosophers should. `You write verse.' 'Tis permitted. `