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 1   T-I|       this life of mine, with lips~praying in vain, I’ll swallow
 2   T-I|    cold hearth with trembling lips,~poured out words to the
 3   T-I|       has no great powers,~my lips are inadequate to sing your
 4   T-I|       your efforts with these lips with which I complain.~~
 5   T-I|     often praised by Hector’s lips.~When faithful Theseus went
 6 T-III|      name was on my delirious lips.~If I were failing now,
 7 T-III|      s tears be falling on my lips,~adding a few brief moments
 8 T-III|     the last words perhaps my lips will utter,~what he who
 9 T-III|      your tears falling on my lips,~tears that I drank with
10 T-III|    drinking the tears with my lips, the words in my ears,~I
11 T-III|    bone, food barely finds my lips:~my skin has the colours
12 T-III|   double sounds with groaning lips.~Between Scythians and Getae
13 T-III|   fine words don’t rise to my lips in evil times.~Yet, if I
14 T-III|       it has reached peoples’ lips un-revised,~if anything
15 T-III|  anything of mine is on their lips.~Add this something to my
16  T-IV|      always there on people’s lips!~How wretched to defend
17   T-V|    wet cheeks, first, not his lips.~Whoever seeks to know the
18   T-V|       the exile’s name to the lips.~Though I sometimes curse
19  ExII|      Request~ ~Now, open your lips on behalf of my sorrows,~
20  ExII|    Memnon’s mother, with rosy lips~might soon call forth the
21   ExI|       over, and the celestial lips have opened,~you’d swear
22   ExI|        you’ll often be on the lips of our posterity.~Only see
23 ExIII|       It’s Caesar’s wife your lips need to pray to,~who by
24 ExIII|        is Ovid’s name on your lips, even now?~As for me may
25  ExIV|     your speech from eloquent lips has pleased them,~and, as
26  ExIV| Caesar’s mercy.~With grateful lips he often says, that, when
27  ExIV|       would hardly think your lips could prosecute criminals.~
28  ExIV|       run on a truer axle,~my lips would have performed the
29  ExIV|     prayers spoken by anxious lips.~Perhaps the poems I’ve
30  ExIV|   hero should be sung by such lips,~there’s still something
31  ExIV|  alive has been wounded by my lips.~And even if I were blacker
32  IBIS|    new ~year, by anyone whose lips have no need for lies.~Gods
33  IBIS|     do, I’ll flit before your lips and eyes,~and moan so there
34  IBIS|     lengthy prophecy with her lips,~she said: ‘There’ll be
35  IBIS|      drank with imperturbable lips.~Nor may you be happier