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 1   T-I|     verses~that hurt me, so that wit brought me exile. ~You go
 2  T-II| punishment’s been devised for my wit.~Were I wise I’d rightly
 3  T-II|          your praise with richer wit than mine:~but as a god’
 4  T-II|          fault: I’m sorry for my wit and taste.~Why didn’t I
 5  T-II|      anyone.~I’ve openly avoided wit steeped in venom,~not a
 6 T-III|         hide it with any kind of wit.~Even that unlucky work
 7 T-III|      Getae, names unworthy of my wit!~While the warm winds still
 8 T-III|        you doing, to befriend my wit at all?~Just as you used
 9  T-IV|     brilliance of its own,~whose wit is eloquent in your father’
10  T-IV|        real name,~she stirred my wit, she who was sung throughout
11   T-V|          don’t compose them with wit or skill,~the content’s
12   T-V|         it once ran riot with my wit.~If only a part of my sentence
13  ExII|      Danube possesses no greater wit than mine.~Here, in this
14   Ind|        43- 86 A region bereft of wit.~Book EIII.II:1-110 Far
15   Ind|      light vein, as exercises in wit.~Book TI.II:1-74 Book TI.