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1 T-III|      Pontus, in my writings, mixed with the Latin.~So, whatever
2  T-IV| known.~Why should my hope be mixed with anxious dread?~Believe
3   T-V|    name,~pledge him in a cup mixed with your own tears,~and
4   T-V|      barbarous crowd inside, mixed with Greeks, inspire fear,~
5   ExI|   water:~I drink marsh water mixed with brine.~Everything’s
6   ExI| murder,~no lethal poison was mixed by my hand:~no fraudulent
7  IBIS|   sword.~Let no more cups be mixed for you that are safe to
8   Ind|     hymn by Horace sung by a mixed choir of boys and girls
9   Ind|   Centaur’s blood supposedly mixed with a love potion but in