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1   XIV|     refrain~Your thirsty lips, despise the dainty cheer~You find
2   XIV|       their voice, their songs despise,~And enter fair Armida's
3    XV|        they shun her sleights, despise her arms.~ ~ ~ I~The rosy-fingered
4 XVIII|        looks and prayers false despise."~ ~ XI~Thus he advised
5   XIX| Villain, dost thou my mercy so despise?"~Therewith he thrust and
6   XIX|    unjust commands my thoughts despise,~Within their camp therefore
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