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1   T-I|    I speak, fearful and yet eager to be driven back,~with
2   T-I|    with the goad of hunger,~eager for blood, catches the fold
3  T-IV|   condemn yourself, and are eager to erase~that moment of
4   T-V|     yourself, my Muse isn’t eager for applause.~Still I’m
5   T-V|   the strong leash,~like an eager racehorse thudding on the
6  ExII|      The fact is everyone’s eager for their own pursuits,~
7 ExIII|     but I’ve penned what an eager ear learned, with difficulty,~
8 ExIII| tightens the rein on horses eager for the race.~And truly,
9   Ind|    VII:1-68 His Muse is not eager for applause, he hasn’t