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 1   T-I|       of that night, my last hour in the city,~when I recall
 2   T-I|   again ~be allowed to. This hour given me is so much gained.’~
 3 T-III|    me~without me you have no hour that isn’t sad.~Still if
 4 T-III|   have been delayed till the hour of death,~or swift death
 5   T-V| offended him,~and I wish the hour of my death had come before.~
 6 ExIII|   things too,~and a suitable hour, when the omens are good.~
 7 ExIII|   will relent,~and a gentler hour will come, at your prayer.~
 8 ExIII|      am,~and how bright that hour is to my mind.~Then, if
 9  ExIV|      s the fruit the present hour has brought me.~I’ve avoided
10  IBIS| death,~let there be no final hour to all these ills.~Let me
11  IBIS|  shine, nor Jupiter, in that hour,~neither Moon nor Sun were