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 1    II|     in lowly shed,~Of parents base, a rose sprung from a brier,~
 2   III|     Come follow then, and bid base fear avaunt,~The harder
 3    IV|       revenging fire,~When so base love shall change my chaste
 4     V|       you spoke,~How vile and base our empire were you know,~
 5     V|   cause," quoth he,~"That are base peasants, born of servile
 6     V| herself and all despiseth,~So base affections fall, when virtue
 7   VII|    disparaged by those labors base;~Her little flocks to pasture
 8   VII|      thousand of these Pagans base.~ ~ LXV~"Within these arms,
 9  VIII|   obeys the rein~Of thralldom base, and serviceage, though
10    IX|      frays,~For all his eild, base fear yet never sank;~Five
11   XIV|    set his heart on things so base and vild,~That servile empire
12   XIV|       His heart to leave that base and servile love.~ ~ LXXVIII~"
13    XX|    weak, all courage vile and base."~This said she, for she
14    XX|   fought,~Yet none on fear or base retire he thought.~ ~ CVII~