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 1     I|      and so let in our foe.~ ~ LXXXVII~"But lest they should effect
 2    II|       to complain too much.~ ~ LXXXVII~"Think not that wars we
 3    IV|        in love she drowned.~ ~ LXXXVII~All wily sleights that subtle
 4     V| Admiral of the Genoa fleet,~ ~ LXXXVII~"Besides a convoy coming
 5    VI|      feeble, weak and soft.~ ~ LXXXVII~"Love, strong, bold, mighty
 6   VII|       he did so firmly sit.~ ~ LXXXVII~The fierce Circassian missed
 7    IX|       one tear could yield.~ ~ LXXXVII~But when the murderer's
 8   XII|    dost and witting stray:~ ~  LXXXVII~"To worthy actions and achievements
 9  XVII|       that seed shall kill.~ ~ LXXXVII~"Would God, as drawn from
10 XVIII|        blast, obedient are!~ ~ LXXXVII~But wicked Ismen to his
11   XIX|        rest surpasseth far:~ ~ LXXXVII~"These, whether hate or
12    XX|      he lay, as in a shade.~ ~ LXXXVII~Thus saved, thus shielded,