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 1   T-I|       will be my Caesar.’~So she tried, as she had tried before,~
 2   T-I|         So she tried, as she had tried before,~and, with difficulty,
 3 T-III|       place, ordered me to go.~I tried another temple, joined to
 4 T-III|      stained with blood.~I never tried to ruin everything by attacking ~
 5 T-III| ill-fated child,~you should have tried to know me for the last
 6  T-IV|         leaving Helicon alone,~I tried to write words that were
 7  T-IV|         measures,~and whatever I tried to write was poetry.~Meanwhile,
 8   T-V|      burdened with sorrows: if I tried to count them,~say I’d tried
 9   T-V|     tried to count them,~say I’d tried to number the water-drops
10   T-V|     water.~And if I were mad and tried the fatal art again,~consider
11   ExI|     groaned at my troubles.~If I tried to record it all in autobiographical
12   Ind|         at the River Strymon and tried to cut down the god’s vines.