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 1 T-III|        modest ~manners, and the rare gift of imagination.~I was
 2 T-III| ploughed the local waters.~It’s rare for sailors to cross the
 3 T-III|        the deep sea from Italy,~rare for them to come to this
 4  T-IV|      you honour,~and unite your rare loyalty with fame.~But I
 5  T-IV|  Stygian depths:~and do what is rare, devote yourself constantly~
 6  T-IV|      you’ve given me, something rare, while still alive, ~the
 7   T-V|     dares to farm the fields is rare,~one hand grips the plough,
 8   T-V|    governed by Fortune is truly rare,~that which remains still
 9  ExII|       punishing, ~and hurls his rare lightning with an unwilling
10  ExII|         make verse witness to a rare spirit,~that those to come
11  IBIS|     suffer more. And be, what’s rare, devoid ~of common charity,