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 1   T-I|       gods.~So the same winds drive my sails and prayers ~who
 2   T-I|     or if you hate me deeply, drive me to the land assigned,~
 3   T-I|   punishment is in the place.~Drive my body on swiftly, winds –
 4 T-III|     one god feels,~I beg you, drive my slow fate onwards~forbid
 5 T-III|       Place~ ~Now I’d wish to drive Triptolemus’s chariot,~he
 6 T-III|      Sarmatian herdsmen~don’t drive creaking carts on the Danube,
 7  T-IV| wrecked.~In my madness, did I drive him to hostile anger,~the
 8  ExII|  there anyone brave enough to drive from his threshold~one who
 9  ExII|       soften the feelings and drive away harshness.~No one embraces
10   ExI|       You think it’s wrong to drive a friend away who’s wretched,~
11   ExI|       fall.~May Tiberius soon drive behind snow-white steeds,~
12 ExIII|      his ivory chariot,~would drive away all frost from my feelings.~
13  IBIS|   appearing as a vision, I’ll drive away your sleep.~Whatever
14  IBIS|      coward’s pact, wished to drive the horses, that great Achilles
15   Ind|     and Rome later had helped drive the Sarmatians back across
16   Ind|  alternative myth has Phineus drive them away to the Strophades
17   Ind|       XII:1-54 The Sarmatians drive their wagons over the frozen
18   Ind|     him a favour. He asked to drive the Sun chariot, lost control