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 1       1, XVIII|       of which I was cast, an unhappy boy. This was the wrestling
 2       3, II   |      he that grieves with the unhappy should be commended for
 3       3, II   |     wish that there were some unhappy people so that he might
 4       3, II   |    marvel then was it that an unhappy sheep, straying from thy
 5       4, V    |     should be so sweet to the unhappy. Hast thou - though omnipresent -
 6       4, VII  |       I remained to myself an unhappy lodging where I could neither
 7       5, IV   |        for surely that man is unhappy who knows these things and
 8       6, XI   |       for truth. This life is unhappy, death uncertain. If it
 9       6, XV   |    natural son by her. But I, unhappy as I was, and weaker than
10       8, III  |        we were comforting the unhappy Verecundus - our friendship
11       8, XII  |      is the way those who die unhappy or are altogether dead are
12       8, XII  | mourned. But she neither died unhappy nor did she altogether die.303
13       9, XXXI |        In this uncertainty my unhappy soul rejoices, and uses