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1     V| Tancred, ill you counsel us, I trow;~If lords should know no
2     V|      some men so subtle are, I trow,~That what they purpose
3    IX|        untruly errant called I trow,~Since he errs not, who
4    IX|        conquest in my death, I trow,~Like chance awaits thee
5    IX|      storm are not so 'swift I trow~As he, to run, to stop,
6   XII|  heaven she cast, their eyes I trow~Downward for pity bent both
7  XIII|         not I, nor any else, I trow,~Hath power to cut one leaf,
8   XIX| Godfrey's or Rinaldo's head, I trow,~Should feel the sharpness