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 1 T-III|     might have been delayed till the hour of death,~or swift
 2  T-IV| your oars to bring me help,~till there’s a softer breeze
 3  T-IV|    the burgeoning clusters,~till they can barely hold the
 4  T-IV|    she who remained with me till I was old,~who’s lived to
 5  T-IV| after adding years to years till he was ninety.~I wept for
 6  ExII|  drugged with excess drink, till dawn,~and the lure of the
 7  ExIV|  held its treasure captive, till Vitellius, ~carried downriver,
 8  ExIV|      Flaccus commanded here till recently, Graecinus,~and
 9  IBIS|  your flanks with her whip,~till the measure of your sins
10   Ind|   does not look back at her till she reaches the upper world,