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 1   T-I|        enter quietly so my verse won’t hurt you,~it’s not as
 2   T-I|         hurls my words away,~and won’t let my prayers reach the
 3   T-I|         than you’d credit, ~that won’t be believed, though they
 4   T-I|       final touch.~That work was won from me while on the anvil~
 5   T-I|         to Minerva,~my resources won’t stretch to a larger sacrifice.~
 6  T-II|        than mine:~but as a god’s won by red blood of a hundred
 7  T-II|         a hundred bulls,~so he’s won by the smallest offering
 8 T-III|        the place itself:~my body won’t grow weak on a familiar
 9 T-III|       His Epitaph~ ~Hearing this won’t your whole heart be shaken~
10 T-III|       your whole heart be shaken~won’t you strike your faithful
11 T-III|      breast with trembling hand?~Won’t you stretch your arms
12  T-IV|         thought, a god.~Though I won’t need to, I’ll accept the
13  T-IV|       water.~The horse, that has won many races, grazes idly~
14  T-IV|          and my clemency will be won by your late tears,~if only
15  T-IV|          voice in the future.~It won’t be your own age only,
16  T-IV|          die today.~Whether I’ve won fame through fashion or
17   T-V|    benefits me harms you.~But it won’t harm you: my writings
18   T-V|         He hopes the god’s anger won’t last forever~conscious
19   T-V|         demand reverence.~If you won’t consider me, you should
20  ExII|       chaste verses!’~They still won’t go, but as you see they
21  ExII|        made way for the hero:~so won’t all paths open to a book
22  ExII|         vain:~the help you bring won’t aid my desperate sickness.~
23  ExII|     Because I’m afraid the Getae won’t approve them?~Perhaps
24  ExII|           has weakened ~my body, won’t allow it to exercise its
25  ExII|         hand,~still their savour won’t excite my jaded palate~
26   ExI|         me~with cruel wounds you won’t make me afraid.~A Trojan
27   ExI|         its weariness,~and a doe won’t hesitate to trust herself
28   ExI|      only try it if you think it won’t be harmful to me.~Forgive
29   ExI|         or falls by Fortune.~You won’t easily find one in a thousand~
30   ExI|    farmers?~The sacrificial goat won’t offer its throat to long-haired
31   ExI|        unsung,~so the Trojan War won’t lack the final touch.~
32   ExI|           the art of love, sadly won the prize for his teaching.~
33 ExIII|         my ruin.~And my writings won’t let you pass unknown,~
34 ExIII|         re praised as a wife~you won’t be thought to have brought
35 ExIII|       talk, even if others wish, won’t harm you.~But add this
36 ExIII|       don’t succeed, the failure won’t harm you.~And don’t flare
37 ExIII|          way, or not at all.~You won’t lack tears, well provided
38 ExIII|        to say that.~I suspect it won’t harm you. She’ll see ~
39 ExIII| terrified of her majesty. And it won’t hurt~if your speech is
40 ExIII|      Livid malice, vice of fear, won’t show itself in noble~natures,
41  ExIV|   attentions.~Pity me, because I won’t be there among that crowd,~
42  ExIV|        among that crowd,~my eyes won’t have the power to enjoy
43  ExIV|         long road, and your feet won’t balance,~and the land
44  ExIV|       reached the threshold, you won’t get~the chance to see
45  ExIV|   greater than your role.~Danube won’t deny it whose waters were
46  ExIV|           at your hands.~Aegisos won’t deny it, recaptured at
47  ExIV|           how victorious Bacchus won fame by conquering~India,
48  ExIV|        my eyes as well.~The gods won’t consider it, and perhaps
49  ExIV|     shore~with more licence, yet won’t leave this shore alone.~
50  ExIV|   believed!~Well believe this: I won’t let you remain in ignorance~
51  ExIV|          sent to you, whose name won’t fit~my metres, as I complained
52  ExIV|        that I’m fairly well,~you won’t hear of anything else
53  IBIS|        itself is a great wrong) ~won’t grant me the title of
54  IBIS|      hand to take up weapons.~He won’t let me, a man banished
55  IBIS|         my name about the forum:~won’t let the companion of my
56  IBIS|          at you as yet,~my shaft won’t seek your hateful life
57   Ind|        use of the golden apples, won the race and her. (See Guido
58   Ind|          of the golden apples he won the race and claimed Atalanta.
59   Ind|         daughter Iole to whoever won an archery contest, but