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1   1| Lucretia, wounded by this grave sorrow, burnt by a secret flame,
2   1|        else, and leave me to my sorrow? But his face is not like
3   2|         to have an ever-present sorrow, the terror of a guilty
4   8|        short, and very long its sorrow. Oh, that we would endure
5  13|         was filled with a great sorrow and tortured well-nigh to
6  14|      although to my own deepest sorrow, for the sake of your family,
7  19|       two lovers, although this sorrow is much sharper, this torture
8  20|         Shattered by this great sorrow, he put on mourning and