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 1    IV|     durst my heart declare it waxed afraid,~Lest so I hasten
 2    VI|      He stayed his horse, and waxed red for shame,~The fight
 3   VII|       himself, Argantes wood,~Waxed weary of his bed and of
 4    IX|   were dim~And fruitful lands waxed barren as she went.~She
 5    IX|   Near Guelpho now the battle waxed hot,~For all the troops
 6    IX| fierce, stern, bloody, deadly waxed the fight.~ ~ LXXIV~Meanwhile
 7    IX| breath was short, his courage waxed unstable,~His arm grew weak
 8    XI|    drop outran,~The leg again waxed strong with vigor new:~Erotimus
 9   XII|        And gaping wounds, and waxed proud with the sight,~Oh
10  XIII|    XLV~But cold and trembling waxed his frozen heart,~Such strange
11 XVIII|   heavens grew clear, the air waxed calm and still,~The wood
12    XX|    twain while thus the fight~Waxed sharp, hot, cruel, though