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 1     I|  gone,~That forced them late cease from their noble war,~When
 2     I|  that tread on Asian ground:~Cease Orpheus of thy Minois, Arthur
 3    II|      Asia her complaints may cease,~And you enjoy your conquests
 4     V|     storm of Godfrey's anger cease.~ ~ L~"For soon, if forces
 5    XI|    eastern lands invade,~Why cease you now? why take you not
 6   XII|  have end, my torments never cease,~O hands, O cruel eyes,
 7 XVIII|      fierce assailants never cease,~But sternly still maintain
 8    XX|     leave weak hope to move,~Cease, cease, my hope is dead,
 9    XX|    weak hope to move,~Cease, cease, my hope is dead, dead is
10    XX| fought, yet not one gained.~"Cease, cease this strife," he
11    XX|      not one gained.~"Cease, cease this strife," he cried: "