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 1    II|   all that dare~In this your hateful office aught proceed,~Till
 2   III|     life deprive,~For to his hateful head such spite I bear,~
 3    IV|  sight,~That from a tyrant's hateful head we rend:~Nor seemed
 4    VI|   vile ambition, and pride's hateful vice,~Desire of rule, and
 5   XII|     Of this accursed day the hateful light?~This spiteful ray
 6   XII|  sprite~To execute again her hateful charge,~But tattling fame
 7    XV| meats unwholesome, vile, and hateful be,~Some eat man's flesh,
 8  XVII| fight him kill,~And with his hateful head will me present,~That
 9  XVII|      you thither from love's hateful cell,~Now to my words, though
10   XIX|      home again;~For in this hateful freedom even and morn~I
11    XX|     For if it were thy gift, hateful were death.~ ~ CXXXIII~"