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 1   T-I|      wounded.~Nor does the lamb dare stray far from the fold~
 2   T-I|        most dear, I remember~to dare to sustain me with words
 3  T-II|       crowd know Ovid well,~and dare count him one not to be
 4 T-III|       hand that dared and would dare much evil,~and though her
 5  ExII| somewhere, anywhere.~They don’t dare go entering a public library,~
 6  ExII|          You be the judge. I’ll dare to confess I’ve written
 7   ExI|          though it’s madness to dare confess it~I’d still enjoy
 8 ExIII|         a great thing you don’t dare to ask, my friends:~yet
 9  ExIV|       But I wouldn’t, stupidly, dare to console the wise~repeating
10  ExIV|         all that crowd, I’d not dare to forget you, ~Cotta, light
11  IBIS|         let it be more than you dare hope for.~May you love Plutus,