Work-Book

 1   T-I| herself to me.~I pray the wind ends its effort towards a land~
 2  T-II|      against you:~the day that ends the war ends its anger,
 3  T-II|      the day that ends the war ends its anger, for you,~and
 4 T-III|        Ah how near I am to the ends of the earth!~And my country’
 5   T-V|      Ulysses, the hero, at the ends of the earth ~perhaps, once
 6   T-V|     with which a letter always ends –~and may your fortunes
 7   ExI|        The furthest lands, the ends of the world, hold me.~Caesar,
 8  ExIV|       their springs,~before he ends his thanks for all your
 9  ExIV|       as that has achieved its ends.~Incense a poor man offers
10  ExIV|        honour.~The office that ends for you as December closes~