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 1    IV| Cupid had an easy stair,~His bark is fit to sail with every
 2    VI|     of sad despair~My tossed bark to port well-nigh is brought:~
 3   VII|   made,~And them engraved in bark of beech and bays;~She told
 4  XIII|  tops aloft;~In whose smooth bark upon the evenest side,~Strange
 5    XV|     come where their strange bark in harbor lay,~And setting
 6    XV|    And gazing round a little bark they spied,~Wherein a damsel
 7    XV|    In sight of Gaza till the bark arrived,~A little port when
 8   XVI|    skin had she,~Too rough a bark for such a tender tree.~ ~
 9   XVI|   burnt a ship, there sunk a bark or boat,~Here darts and
10  XVII|   saw him grin and heard him bark;~But when in single fight
11 XVIII| branches of those treen,~The bark was softened, and renewed