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1    IV|       tired, a castle strong we fand,~The utmost border of my
2  VIII|         herald sent from you we fand,~How Antioch was won, who
3    IX|         loosed was, and what he fand,~Those arms he hent, and
4    XV| fornenst old Raffia's town they fand,~A town that first to sailors
5   XVI|       knew, but yet no time she fand~To use her knowledge or
6   XIX|      about, on a rich throne he fand~Armida set with dames and
7    XX|      blood and conquest once he fand,~Whole squadrons then, whole
8    XX|         in those dear knots she fand,~Dear, though she feigned