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1    VI|   will, and all that weapon draws,~Let him that yields obey
2    VI|  his steps, and thinks, now draws he nigher,~Now enters in,
3   XII|   his deep abyss my carcass draws,~There I forsook thee, the
4  XIII| that with allurements sweet~Draws sinful man from that is
5  XIII|   held him thrall,~The time draws nigh when our proud foes
6   XIX|   spoiler by her amber hair~Draws to his lust the virgin chaste
7   XIX|     fury fights, hence pity draws the sword,~Nor strive they
8   XIX|   Upon them fall, which now draws near this coast.~ ~ LVI~"