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 1   T-I|      angry with me.~Rescue my weary spirit from a cruel death,~
 2 T-III|      I’ll follow now, though, weary, I come~by land and sea
 3 T-III|     slowly moving hours. ~I’m weary lying here among distant
 4 T-III|      slippery oil,~soak their weary limbs in the flow of the
 5  T-IV| though far away.~So, when her weary mind broods on her just
 6  T-IV|    night seem endless,~do the weary bones ache in your troubled
 7  ExII|   friend?~Grant pardon to the weary: you were a Caesar to me.~
 8   ExI|       itself on behalf of the weary.~Now let the shining eloquence
 9   ExI|       s kinder to support his weary chin with only a finger,~
10   ExI|    that you stay loyal to the weary, Graecinus,~and let that
11 ExIII|    from care, held me,~and my weary limbs were sprawled over
12 ExIII|    without end.~You’ve become weary of my monotonous verses,~
13  ExIV|     and your loyalty not grow weary of my troubles.~Our bonds
14  ExIV|   your heart be harsh to your weary friend.~Let that culmination