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1   T-I|     and great,~Livia, first lady, honoured by you all those
2 T-III|    wine,~let someone say my lady’s come, I’ll rise,~hope
3 T-III|  there to weep:~nor will my lady’s tears be falling on my
4  T-IV|    your bright face upon my lady,~and tell me if she thinks
5  T-IV| master,~growing old with my lady’s devotion, dear friends,~
6   T-V|     perhaps, once spent his lady’s day of celebration.~Let
7   T-V|   any sad hurt threatens my lady,~may it be annulled by my