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 1   T-I|      my sails and prayers ~who knows where, so I’m doubly punished.~
 2   T-I|       the only ill of mine she knows, and groans at.~She doesn’
 3   T-I|     crime,~so my pain’s author knows what you know, too.~If the
 4   T-I|        the thunder, and no one knows him,~who a moment ago was
 5  T-II|     can teach what he scarcely knows.~I made sweet pleasurable
 6  T-II|       ll sin a little less.~He knows who’s barked at, when someone
 7 T-III|  Wherever she’s doing when she knows you’ve come~she’ll stop,
 8 T-III|   harbourless coast.~Yet if he knows how to speak in Greek or
 9 T-III|        can recount the news he knows,~and be the sharer and passer-on
10 T-III|        fair to writing that he knows~was done in a time of exile,
11  T-IV|        and foreign shores.~She knows too the error that misled
12  T-IV|      with my sin:~this the god knows: so my life was not taken,~
13   T-V| protect the exile: what he~who knows you well does not ask, I
14   T-V|        bees that flowery Hybla knows,~or the ants that carry
15  ExII|     doesn’t know, though a god knows all, ~what state this isolated
16  ExIV| witness to my devotion.~Pontus knows I celebrate the birthday
17  IBIS|        the mind perceives,~who knows he’s earned these curses
18  IBIS|     fortune always vanish, who knows how,~slipping away, endlessly,
19  IBIS|   Arctos was begot, that never knows the water,~or as Macelo