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 1    II| justice naught he feared the rod,~But in his chapel vile
 2     X|    and anger met,~A charming rod, a book with her she brings,~
 3   XII|  midnight wrought,~His heavy rod sleep on their eyelids lays:~
 4   XII|      painful fit~Is made the rod to scourge thy sins withal,~
 5  XIII|      thrice with his charmed rod~Wherewith dead bones he
 6   XIV|     low,~In his right hand a rod, and on the flood~Against
 7   XIV|    the lions wild;~But yet a rod I have can easily quell~
 8    XV|      brought the shield, the rod, the map.~"Arise," quoth
 9    XV|     said, he gan his charmed rod to shake,~So that the serpent
10  XVII|  gave his coursers fleet the rod and rein,~And galloped forth
11   XIX|    sinners sharper falls thy rod!~In them this place profaned