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1   T-I| begrudge it – to the city.~Ah, alas, that your master’s not
2   T-I| through long-acquired habit.~~ Alas, my poetry has no great
3 T-III|     him~in his youth, too late alas, he condemns and hates!~
4   T-V| carries, strapped to his side.~Alas, dear friend, your poet
5   ExI|     land of unconquered Getae.~Alas if, having read the name,
6  ExIV|   morals,~ignore my one error, alas, and they’re spotless.~If
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