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1    IV|        God we fought,~In meaner quarrel if this sword were shaken,~
2     V| Hundreds, that knew not yet the quarrel weel,~Ran thither, some
3     V|     This Prince murdered, for a quarrel vain,~By young Rinaldo in
4     V|         else by day,~And in her quarrel venture life and limb.~With
5   VII|        the string, out flew the quarrel long,~And through the subtle
6    XX|      shaft I view,~Although the quarrel fly in skies aloft,~Whether
7    XX|         LXV~But yet in vain the quarrel lighted not,~For on his