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 1    IV|     to ground,~And donned the weed of women's modest grace,~
 2   VII|       it was, in armor and in weed,~In stature, beauty, countenance
 3   XII|       I not again my virgin's weed,~And spend my days in secret
 4  XIII|       rose he left his golden weed,~And donned a gite in deepest
 5   XIV|  attired in shepherd's homely weed,~And taught him how to counterfeit
 6 XVIII| purple wings upflew~In golden weed the morning's lusty queen,~
 7 XVIII|      whiteness of his changed weed,~The Prince perceived well,
 8 XVIII|    the verdure of her flowery weed,~A fountain here, a wellspring
 9   XIX|    her brightness up in sable weed;~At length he swooned, and
10   XIX|      armed and clad in purple weed,~Two pages bore his shield