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 1     I|          springs, and wells.~ ~ XC~So wary wise this child
 2    II|         if war thou choose."~ ~ XC~His semblance fierce and
 3    IV|    things are most desired.~ ~  XC~Alone sometimes she walked
 4     V|      again and courage take.~ ~ XC~"You champions bold, with
 5    VI|          and lovers' friend.~ ~ XC~Some sparkling fires on
 6   VII|      print left in the sand.~ ~ XC~As when a captain doth besiege
 7    IX| extremes they faithful bide;~ ~ XC~All these in thickest order
 8   XII| perchance from heaven above.~ ~ XC~Till Phoebus' rising from
 9  XVII|      Sparta, Carthage, Rome.~ ~ XC~"But mongst the rest I chose
10 XVIII|    their ends ensample take!~ ~ XC~This while the engine which
11   XIX|        or with act of guile.~ ~ XC~"This is the cause, but
12    XX|      because he kept not it.~ ~ XC~Their guides, one murdered