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1    IV|   sleep the virtue of their senses,~Reason shall aid gainst
2    VI|   vengeance so o'ercame his senses,~That he forgot all dangers,
3    IX|      No puissant stroke his senses once astound,~Yet like a
4   XII| deep and deathlike sleep my senses drowned,~The self-same vision
5   XII|     pent,~Death through his senses and his visage ran:~Like
6   XII|     pain and woe~Bereft his senses, and preserved him so.~ ~
7   XIV|    step and step did on his senses creep,~Still every limb
8 XVIII|     from thee,~And from thy senses their thick mist unfold,~
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