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1     I|     those usurping Ismaelites deprive~Of woful Thrace, which now
2    II|       our sins us of his help deprive,~Of his high justice let
3   III|    ere fates him of this life deprive,~For to his hateful head
4    XI| deeply wound, or else of life deprive.~At this their good success
5   XII|     vain sorrow thee of bliss deprive,~Live, know I love thee,
6  XIII|        Of timber fit his foes deprive he would,~Such terror bred
7    XV|       prey you must the witch deprive:~If further to aspire you
8   XVI|      this traitor of his head deprive,~O you my lovers, on this
9   XIX|      doth love of just reward deprive;~And of thy spoils sad death