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1     V|   you scorn to be in prison pent,~If bonds, as high disgrace,
2     X| this siege if we be long up pent,~Famine I doubt, our store
3     X|     city's walls himself he pent,~And there refreshed with
4    XI|     full of men and weapons pent,~And yet on wheels it rolled,
5   XII|     his heart they close up pent,~Death through his senses
6   XVI|   sweet prison lies Rinaldo pent,~And do so much, that full
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