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 1     I|      attend.~ ~ VII~The sullen season now was come and gone,~That
 2     I|          quoth he, "behold the season fit~To war, for which thou
 3     I|    each enterprise;~The gentle season might our courage move,~
 4     I|     longer rest worse will the season fit,~Our sureties shall
 5   III|         To wreak your ire this season fitteth not;"~Though loth,
 6  VIII|             LXVI~"Yet all this season were we willing blind,~Offended
 7     X| far-renowned king,~Till better season serve, forbear thy rest;~
 8     X|       you still,~Till time and season serve, then speak your fill."~ ~
 9    XI|        that used the ram, this season strives~To cut the cords,
10  XIII|      swell.~ ~ LXXVI~In summer season, when the cloudy sky~Upon
11   XIX|    resolved, their flight that season fits,~Vafrine departs, she
12    XX|     Godfredo took the time and season fit~To bring again his squadrons