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 1   T-I|       her axle.~What could I do? Sweet love of country held me,~
 2   T-I|       forever,~my house, and the sweet ones in that faithful home,~
 3  T-II|          it’s no crime to unroll sweet verse: the chaste~read many
 4  T-II|        he scarcely knows.~I made sweet pleasurable songs in such
 5  T-II|          passions of Phyllis and sweet Amaryllis.~I too, long ago,
 6 T-III|       eased.~Live unenvied, pass sweet years, unknown,~form friendships
 7 T-III| everything that, after them, was sweet.~Even so they’re still present,
 8 T-III|        find her sitting with her sweet mother,~or among her books,
 9 T-III|   suddenly, I’d see my country’s sweet earth,~and the faces in
10 T-III| abandoned to harsh neglect.~~ No sweet grapes are hidden in leafy
11   T-V|         are still alive and have sweet health, ~one part of my
12  ExII|         No fields bear fruit, or sweet grapes, here,~no willows
13  ExII|       for I recall in thought my sweet friends sometimes,~sometimes
14   ExI|        you praised:~that was the sweet prize of the critic’s affection.~
15   ExI|         hostile neighbours.~It’s sweet to spend time cultivating
16 ExIII|         to us has a taste that’s sweet,~the water we drink from
17  ExIV|          d congratulate you with sweet words and kisses,~and your
18  ExIV|         to listen to the Sirens’ sweet singing:~and the lotus wasn’
19  ExIV|         so it might know hope~of sweet peace, and was further from
20   Ind|   Artemis, and that the water is sweet to taste. (It has Byzantine
21   Ind|         passing ships with their sweet song. They searched for