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 1   T-I|     to the crowd.~Though you lack a title, they’ll know the
 2   T-I|    anyone~whose unaware they lack the final touch.~That work
 3 T-III|   brings relief,~and I never lack the cause of grievous pain.~
 4 T-III|     guardian the longer they lack a father.~Three of my offspring
 5  T-IV|     brilliance,~yet does not lack a brilliance of its own,~
 6   T-V|    Pontus,~or Sicilian Hybla lack its sweet-scented thyme,~
 7  ExII| compose what comes easily,~I lack the motive for too intense
 8  ExII|      not experience the same~lack of attention: so I was always
 9   ExI|     than December’s,~Babylon lack heat, and Pontus have no
10   ExI|   from their sockets,~than I lack you, by your being taken
11   ExI|      so the Trojan War won’t lack the final touch.~Master
12 ExIII|     different location.~Your lack of success, wife, is a greater
13 ExIII|     or not at all.~You won’t lack tears, well provided by
14 ExIII|    hatred of me.~They didn’t lack loyalty or the wish to serve
15 ExIII|    so may your torches never lack their swift fire,~so may
16 ExIII|       and my words, ignored, lack any profit.~And yet though
17  ExIV|   the people trampled due to lack of space,~and first you
18   Ind|      succession, and his own lack of direct heirs through
19   Ind|    ironic judgement on their lack of poetry.~Book EI.VIII: