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 1     V| beside,~And as he could not bridle wrath and ire,~"Thou liest,"
 2     V|  sort,~Nor could Godfredo's bridle rein them short.~ ~ LXXII~
 3   VII|  treen,~Her feeble hand the bridle reins forlore,~Half in a
 4  VIII|  gold,~Whom no yoke boweth, bridle none can hold.~ ~ LXIV~"
 5   XII|   chase?~Refrain thy grief, bridle thy fond desire,~At hell'
 6  XVII| foes assault,~And that your bridle should with lesser scath~
 7   XIX| sweet flame~Plucked off the bridle of respect and shame,~ ~
 8    XX| chance:~The hand let go the bridle where it lust,~The blow
 9    XX|  wield,~The tyrant took the bridle, and bestrode~The courser'
10    XX|   Her dying hand let go the bridle quite,~She faints, she falls, '