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 1   T-I|      honoured name of friend~lie beneath your feet, a worthless
 2 T-III| forum’s closed to me,~let me lie hidden in some private place.~
 3 T-III|      passers-by to read:~ ~I LIE HERE, WHO TOYED WITH TENDER
 4 T-III|   EASY MAY THE BONES OF OVID LIE’~~  ~That suffices for an
 5 T-III|    Don, the Scythian marshes lie beyond it,~a handful of
 6  T-IV|     in a voice that does not lie,~she who’s your greatest
 7  ExII|     they think~it’s safer to lie hidden in a private household.~
 8  ExII|      that’s never allowed to lie fallow~decays, wearied by
 9  ExII| believe a friend who doesn’t lie,~ought to be called foolish
10  ExII|     own to my prayers.~May I lie entombed in the sands of
11  ExII|  true, you should forgive my lie:~my boast detracts in no
12  ExII|   palate~and the weight will lie inert on my stomach for
13  ExII|     body with its nurture.~I lie awake instead: my endless
14 ExIII|      near punishment is if I lie)~if I, absent, don’t see
15  ExIV|     a hideous offering:~if I lie or Pontus really does freeze
16  IBIS| winter, mix,~dawn and sunset lie in the same part of the
17  IBIS| abandoned pyre:~and, lest it lie unsupported on the naked
18  IBIS|     hand.~Nor let your bones lie more happily than Pyrrhus’,~
19  IBIS|      May your severed tongue lie there, before your feet,~