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 1  T-II|       light sin –~how to tally the bones, what throw scores the most,~
 2 T-III|      savage dead.~But make sure my bones are brought back in a little
 3 T-III|            leaves and nard with my bones,~bury them in ground near
 4 T-III|         PASS BY,~SAY ‘EASY MAY THE BONES OF OVID LIE’~~  ~That suffices
 5  T-IV|         seem endless,~do the weary bones ache in your troubled body?~
 6  T-IV|            skin enough to cover my bones.~My body’s troubled, but
 7   T-V| inspiration not be silent,~may the bones of Lycurgus the axe-bearer
 8  ExII|     Sarmatian soil should cover my bones. ~When I think how merciful
 9  ExII|          in a gentler land,~and my bones not be covered by Scythian
10  ExII|          the unguent~and laid your bones to rest in neighbouring
11 ExIII|            Caesar’s ~anger, and my bones to be buried in peaceful
12  IBIS|            are buried deep in your bones.~Let the flames that snatch
13  IBIS|           enemy hand.~Nor let your bones lie more happily than Pyrrhus’,~
14  IBIS|            of weapon cling to your bones, with which~they say Ulysses,
15  IBIS|            a deep mortar,~and your bones resound like grain does
16  IBIS|          you bear your half-burned bones to a Stygian death.~Or like
17   Ind|         carried home the general’s bones after his death, is lost:
18   Ind|     sacrifice there. Ovid says his bones were scattered in Ambracia,
19   Ind|          sailors and cracked their bones before slowly swallowing