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 1   T-I|        I pray the wind ends its effort towards a land~denied me,
 2   T-I|         a worthless thing?~What effort to visit a comrade, crushed
 3 T-III|          over land and sea,~the effort masked my cares, and my
 4  T-IV|   stripe:~it would have been an effort too great for my powers.~
 5   T-V|        and unable to endure any effort, bears up, ~hardened by
 6   T-V|        born on this day, rather effort ~and trouble, a fate your
 7   T-V|  worthwhile verse:~therefore my effort’s thrown into the flames,~
 8  ExII|        alter it. It’s a greater effort than writing,~and my fragile
 9  ExII|     reward, the best reason for effort,~and the field returns the
10   ExI|         Amatoria~sends you this effort, Rufus, rushed off in a
11 ExIII|        toil of hard labour.~The effort of writing’s a joy in itself,
12 ExIII|      joy in itself, and less an effort,~and the growing work glows
13  ExIV|     driven sails.~Nor is it any effort to listen to the Sirens’
14  ExIV| difficult for the willing.~What effort is it to not to desecrate
15  ExIV|    swift ~death, the incomplete effort of many days:~Largus, known