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1    II|      Among these arms I will go wreak my spite;~Let Paris court
2   III|        leader had opprest,~Come wreak his loss, whom bootless
3   III|   Godfrey commands the same;~To wreak your ire this season fitteth
4   VII|       Upon that Pagan fierce to wreak his ire,~Now wants he naught
5    IX|      struck, his anger great to wreak,~A blow, that pierced the
6    IX|    their lazy wings display,~To wreak their malice on the damned
7  XVII| artillery to feel the might;~To wreak thine ire behold me prest
8  XVII|        might~Your wicked malice wreak and cursed spite.~ ~ LXIII~"
9    XX|      fearful backs that fled~To wreak his ire and spend his force