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 1   T-I|       false fears, trembling,~lest this faithfulness offends
 2 T-III|       you to Pegasus’s spring~lest that precious rill of water
 3 T-III|     outshines you.~But I fear lest my fate holds you back,~
 4 T-III|      I ask more –~I fear only lest my prayer might be immodest.~
 5 T-III|     found in many places.~And lest her father did not realise,
 6 T-III|        Believe me, I’m afraid lest you read the words~of Pontus,
 7  T-IV|  looked for solace, not fame,~lest my mind became too absorbed
 8  T-IV|      happier days.~Don’t fear lest my friendship with you be
 9   T-V|      mine to hers, but I fear lest a contagion~might spread
10   T-V|    fault but this place.~Yet, lest I lose the use of the Italian
11   T-V|       my sad hours with work,~lest my thoughts vanish through
12   T-V|  perform the acts of tongues.~Lest I seem too despairing of
13  ExII|      un-pray that same death,~lest Sarmatian soil should cover
14  ExII|       find my genius in them,~lest you appear ignorant of my
15   ExI|    her,~taking care, rightly, lest she overwhelm you:~and you
16 ExIII|  well-considered time to ask,~lest your boat sets sail on an
17  IBIS| accursed abandoned pyre:~and, lest it lie unsupported on the
18  IBIS|      timbers of his raft.~Or, lest your flesh shall have known
19  IBIS|      winner to sacrifice.~And lest Limon should suffer his
20  IBIS|       Getan arrows.~Meanwhile lest you complain that I’ve forgotten