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 1 T-III|     chariot,~he who scattered fresh seed on uncultivated soil:~
 2  T-IV|   thing to apply powers still fresh to them,~and not be exhausted
 3  T-IV|   stained by his own blood.~A fresh built ship does well in
 4   T-V|       by Apollo,~keep my name fresh among you, as is right.~~
 5  ExII| mouths the poplar~closed with fresh bark, as you cried over
 6  ExII|       its unending sorrow,~as fresh wax does too near the flames.~
 7  ExII|      that’s never hauled~from fresh water to dry-dock will founder
 8  ExII|    limbs are more pallid than fresh wax.~I haven’t contracted
 9   ExI|      s a harmless pleasure in fresh water:~I drink marsh water
10 ExIII|     by my cup:~that drink was fresh, my water will be tepid.~~
11 ExIII|    all judgement had ended at fresh misfortune,~and dreading
12  ExIV|     and it’s barely blue.~The fresh water overlays the flood,
13  ExIV|    you may be happy now, in a fresh marriage.~~ Book EIV.XII:
14  ExIV|        accuses my poetry of a fresh crime.~I wish I were as
15  ExIV|     left where I can be dealt fresh wounds.~ ~The End of Ex
16  IBIS|     you too to receive from a fresh weapon.~Like Milo, may you
17   Ind|      of Romulus. He leapt the fresh walls Romulus was building