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 1   T-I|        fear –~beware, while that angry emotion’s quiet don’t rouse
 2   T-I|         power to me, against the angry god?~A wretch, I’m wasting
 3   T-I|        it be enough that Jove is angry with me.~Rescue my weary
 4  T-II|         be my friend if you were angry?~I was scarcely less than
 5  T-IV| seashores,~it’s not aware of the angry gods.~As if I were drinking
 6  T-IV|         earth, already, with its angry hoof.~That too is more than
 7  T-IV|      things,~that were pleasing, angry with my studies and my verse.~
 8 ExIII|      befriend me,~but to be less angry with me than before.~If
 9  ExIV|         land, still Ascra wasn’t angry with its poet.~Who delighted
10  IBIS|       the three-pronged bolts of angry Jove,~like Hipponous’s son,