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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text><body n="urn:cts:latinLit:phi1103.phi001.lascivaroma-eng1" xml:lang="eng"><div type="translation" n="" xml:lang="eng"><div type="textpart" subtype="poem" n="94"><l n="1">Carved me no rustic boor his artless sickle a-plying:</l><l n="2">Here of the bailiff thou see'st noble and notable work;</l><l n="3">For that the wealthiest swain who owns the lands Caërétan</l><l n="4">(Hilarus) holds these hills sloping in sunniest folds.</l><l n="5">See with my well-shaped face how seem I not to be wooden,</l><l n="6">Nor do I bear belly-tools fitted for kitchen or fire:</l></div></div></body></text></TEI>
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