Caput

 1 I   |     it, an universal ill; the same feeling has called forth
 2 VII | driven in a circle around the same course? Not much voyaging
 3 VIII|    nothing. But see how these same people clasp the knees of
 4 IX  |    life, which we make at the same pace whether waking or sleeping;
 5 X   |  never lets them abide in the same track. The engrossed, therefore,
 6 XI  |     they deceived Fate at the same time. But when at last some
 7 XII |  pack-mules into pairs of the same age and colour? Who feeds
 8 XIII|   moreover they belong to the same author, and various other
 9 XIII|     of Nature. But later this same man, betrayed by Alexandrine
10 XIII|      useless pains upon these same matters—the man I mentioned
11 XIII|       falsehood or are of the same sort? For though you grant
12 XV  |     he is not confined by the same bounds that shut others
13 XIX |       you that it is just the same whether you are concerned
14 XX  |        Yet very many have the same feeling; their desire for