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 1     V| spirits fierce and courage to appease;~"Young Prince, thy valor,"
 2     V|   strength,~And let your zeal appease your rage at length.~ ~
 3     V|   heat, and just displeasure,~Appease your wrath, your courage
 4    VI|      our possession,~But thou appease and calm that courage great,~
 5  VIII|     not, first with his blood~Appease my ghost wandering by Lethe
 6   XII|     Put off these sable arms, appease thy wrath."~This said, he
 7  XIII|    can drive away,~Can storms appease, and times and seasons change,~
 8   XVI|   hate delight,~I come not to appease thee, hate me still,~It'
 9  XVII|     these knights should both appease,~That gainst thy foe their
10   XIX|      for sweet beauty's sake, appease thy woe,~Cast at your feet
11    XX|    queen he pacifies,~"Madam, appease your grief, your wrath,