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1 T-III|      sea,~the effort masked my cares, and my sick heart:~so,
2  T-IV| Lyrnesus~was stolen, eased his cares, with the Thessalian lyre.~
3  T-IV|     leave her caring heart?~Do cares rise, while you touch my
4  T-IV|       and I shunned ambition’s cares,~and the Aonian Muses urged
5   T-V|    mind to dissolve in endless cares,~that break in upon me where
6   T-V|   sorrow,~trying to deceive my cares with words.~What else can
7   T-V|        things as tedious as my cares.~Or is time running its
8  ExII|     reduce the whirlpool of my cares~yet no less than you took
9  ExII|        apathy, with its bitter cares, has weakened ~my body,