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 1   T-I|        human forms,~the work cut short by it’s author’s sad flight.~
 2   T-I|          Samothrace.~It’s only a short leap from there for someone
 3  T-II|       spared, your anger stopped short of death,~O Prince, how
 4 T-III|      beggar, who was Croesus.~In short, we’ve nothing that isn’
 5  T-IV|          ivory car:~and so for a short while I’ll be in my native
 6  T-IV|        have had my body:~and, in short, I’d have been as sinless
 7   T-V| Sarmatians that I’m a talent.~In short, I don’t seek glory, or
 8   T-V|          the name~of citizen, in short it’s a gift of the god that
 9  ExII|     weapons against the gods,~In short Caesar, though he doesn’
10  ExII|         do:~his anger even stops short of what I deserve.~So may
11  ExII|   granted me by a living god:~in short, that if I die, I might
12   ExI|         their feast days too.~In short, though it’s madness to
13   ExI|           in adjoining seats.~In short our love, was always as
14   ExI|  carriage,~the road often seemed short with changing talk,~and
15   ExI|      them.~Often the day was too short for our discourse,~and the
16 ExIII|        than my own salvation.~In short, many a poet, at his own
17  ExIV|        as Tutti-car-nus,~where a short syllable’s made of that
18   Ind|      spent her life apart from a short period in exile in Sicily.