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 1   T-I|        city.~Ah, alas, that your master’s not allowed to go!~Go,
 2   T-I|        the title: I’m not love’s master:~that work’s already got
 3   T-I|       with better luck than your master~may you land there and ease
 4  T-IV|     Indian elephant, obeying its master’s command,~submits to servitude,
 5  T-IV|         inherited, now lacking a master,~growing old with my lady’
 6  ExII|         crashed down around it’s master’s head.~He stood by me,
 7   ExI|        cruel war, the sailor the master of the swaying ship.~You
 8   ExI|          is not a witness to its master,~do you recognise the letters
 9   ExI|          t lack the final touch.~Master Ovid, without much prudence,
10 ExIII|       the cause of your deceived master’s exile,~you, whom I’d far
11 ExIII|           This is the reward the master has, with you as pupil,~
12 ExIII|          always dwelling on it’s master’s moans,~can barely turn
13 ExIII|        be afraid with Busiris as master,~or Phalaris who used to
14  ExIV|      allow my letter to take its master’s place,~and serve as a
15  ExIV|  faithfulness.~You don’t have to master enemies, with sword and
16  ExIV|        two Prisci:~and Montanus, master of equal and unequal couplets,~
17  IBIS| Cassandreus, no gentler than his master,~be wounded and buried under