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 1   T-I|     begrudge it – to the city.~Ah, alas, that your master’
 2   T-I|        so I’m doubly punished.~Ah me! What mountains of water
 3   T-I|       half of me will survive.~Ah! What a swift flame flashes
 4   T-I|      absent from my fault.~~  ~Ah, if you know it, if my error
 5   T-I|       before my decreed exile.~Ah! How often I spoke as someone
 6   T-I|       whence you’re hurrying.’~Ah! How often I said, deceptively,
 7   T-I|       bravery through my fear.~Ah me! What winds swell the
 8   T-I|        approved even in a foe.~Ah me! How few of you my words
 9  T-II|        His Plea: His ‘Fault’~ ~Ah! He was fiercest, cruellest,
10  T-II|        admitted my good faith.~Ah me! If I’d not been damaged
11  T-II|        cruel weapon,~a weapon, ah, too well known to wretched
12  T-II|        cleverness punished me.~Ah, that I ever studied! Why
13 T-III|       he did, but in an error.~Ah me! I dread the place, I
14 T-III| remains in the city I’ve lost.~Ah, how often I’ve knocked
15 T-III|        but uninhabitable cold.~Ah how near I am to the ends
16 T-III|   earth and air don’t suit me:~ah me! A perpetual weakness
17 T-III|      crops or trees:~a region, ah, that no happy man should
18 T-III|     instant guest in my house.~Ah, is Ovid’s house, now, in
19  T-IV|      colonist,~am hidden away: ah, the lengthy days of my
20  T-IV|        she thinks of me or no.~Ah, why should I fear? I seek
21  T-IV|    harmed me, above all error.~Ah! Let me not remember my
22  T-IV|        on, forgetting myself, ~ah, how close I’ve come to
23   T-V|       nature, would be better.~Ah, why was my Muse ever playful?~
24   T-V|        one kinder than Caesar.~Ah! What will I do, if those
25   T-V|        on Rome,~who can do so. Ah, how much better your fate
26  ExII|      closed the doors to them.~Ah, the times I’ve said: ‘You
27  ExII|    surer of who speaks to you.~Ah, what should I do? I fear
28  ExII|       entertain me as a guest.~Ah, my friend you ask too much:
29   ExI|      the quickly gliding year.~Ah, how different that place
30  ExIV| without sparing a single word.~Ah, madman, why are you doing
31  ExIV|   sometimes,~when you’ll say: ‘Ah, what’s that poor wretch
32  ExIV|      wretched fate has willed.~Ah me, it has greater power
33  ExIV|      turned into a Getic poet.~Ah! Shameful: I’ve even written
34  IBIS|  succour for an aged fugitive:~ah, how much more he himself
35  IBIS|       mouth that adds to them.~Ah, let as many be yours, you