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 1     I|     with thy Lords in council quickly sit;~Comfort the feeble,
 2     I|      So every one in arms was quickly dight,~His wonted guide
 3    II|  Their canvas castles up they quickly rear,~And build a city in
 4    II|     long denied;~The gallants quickly made their court of guard,~
 5    II|      closed in this lap,~Take quickly one, thou hast no time to
 6   III| plumes and feathers gay,~They quickly doffed, and willing laid
 7   III|  would perchance be loth,~But quickly turned her, fierce as flaming
 8     X|        without lord or guide,~Quickly his hand upon the reins
 9   XII|  stuff was dry, the fire took quickly hold,~Furious upon the timber-work
10  XIII|      yet a motion light,~That quickly vanished, in his heart arised~
11 XVIII|  engines were,~Which kindling quickly in that substance dry,~Burnt