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1 T-III|    on my lips,~tears that I drank with your faithful words.~
2   ExI| from your heart,~though you drank deep of Lethe’s care-dispelling
3 ExIII|    time.~The thirsty reader drank them: he’s sated by my cup:~
4  IBIS|      from it the fosterling drank it’s nurse’s fury,~and howled
5  IBIS|    less than Telephus’, who drank from ~the doe’s teat, and
6  IBIS|     accused by Anytus, once drank with imperturbable lips.~
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