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 1   T-I|      different directions.~Then truly the groans and cries of
 2   T-I|     beat on naked breasts.~Then truly my wife, clinging to me
 3   T-I|   filled with desire for death,~truly you know whom I mean, by
 4  T-II|        war for a mighty Caesar.~Truly there’s no weak part in
 5 T-III|         there,’ I said,~this is truly the house of mighty Jove.’~
 6 T-III|     were always dear to me, but truly known~in hard times, after
 7 T-III|       than me:~that love was so truly witnessed by the crowd~it
 8  T-IV|       an exiled husband.~Grieve truly for your loss, sweetest
 9   T-V|       What I ask is punishment: truly, I don’t evade suffering,~
10   T-V|  complaint over your empty bed.~Truly virtue schooled in adversity
11   T-V|          that misnomer,~and the truly sinister coast of the Scythian
12   T-V|      not governed by Fortune is truly rare,~that which remains
13  ExII|         in it.~Or do people say truly that poets are not sane,~
14  ExII| confessing,~Graecinus, but if I truly know you it must have been
15  ExII|         soldier’s duties allow.~Truly, as soon as I could understand
16   ExI|         exiled poet’s writings.~Truly, there’s harmony between
17   ExI|        with them as if with the truly divine.~As much as you could
18 ExIII|         you’ll find out, if you truly desire to know. ~It’s not
19 ExIII|      here, that I ~send you, be truly sent, and reach you, I pray.~
20 ExIII|          who’s as honest to me, truly, as she’s timid and unassertive.~
21 ExIII|         eager for the race.~And truly, as I wish the merciful
22  ExIV|    offence should win approval.~Truly, my mind could not be held
23  ExIV|        anyone:~that recourse is truly finished with his death.~
24  ExIV|         yourself can see Pontus truly solid with ice,~you yourself
25  ExIV|       divine power,~Germanicus, truly no altar’s better known
26  ExIV|       true~friends, you who are truly what you’re named: dear!~