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1   T-I| bosses, ‘horns’ to your dark ‘brow’.~Happier books are decorated
2   T-I|  Notus wars with his opposing brow.~The helmsman’s unsure of
3   T-I|  wreath is not becoming to my brow.~Hide it, yet know it, I
4 T-III|    wrinkles mar your furrowed brow,~Ruinous age that comes
5   T-V|      its hooves, and even its brow,~so my Thalia, chained and
6   ExI|    rightly set on an honoured brow.~O happy are those allowed
7 ExIII|       will know that familiar brow:~and let greaves and shield