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 1   T-I|      chose, foolishly.~I too confess, I fear what I felt, Jove’
 2  T-II|      criminal in my ‘Art’.~I confess the poem was written without
 3  T-II|  love?~Nothing for it but to confess my sin and my~open fault:
 4  T-II|     well-known living men.~I confess I’d no fear that where so
 5   T-V| deserving grief,~not me, who confess I deserved your punishment.~~
 6   T-V|   speedily? ~I’m a burden, I confess, but you shouldn’t have
 7   T-V|     Sarmatian.~Yet still, to confess the truth to you, my Muse~
 8  ExII|      the judge. I’ll dare to confess I’ve written to you~(..in
 9  ExII|     or unmanly tenderness,~I confess my strength of mind is weakened
10  ExII|      deny knowledge of me.~I confess I cultivated it less frequently
11   ExI|  though it’s madness to dare confess it~I’d still enjoy this
12   ExI|    terms for my behaviour.~I confess it’s right you too were
13   ExI|  shameful to say, yet, if we confess the truth,~the crowd values
14 ExIII|  undeserving: and, if you’ll confess the truth,~some thanks are
15  ExIV|    while, if you frown, I’ll confess I’ve sinned indeed,~though
16  ExIV|     to me, ~I’ll immediately confess my exile’s eased.~~ Book
17  ExIV|  though I think it’s safe to confess,~surely words of deceit
18  ExIV|  only riches, with poetry.~I confess it’s a meagre gift indeed
19  ExIV|      so proud on that day, I confess, there’d ~be scarcely any
20  IBIS|   work.~It’s brief indeed, I confess: but, by their favour, may