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1   VII|   Pricked forward with the sting of fertile kind,~Against
2    XI|   hand thrust the piercing sting;~Disabled thus from fight,
3   XIV|    liquors cold the secret sting~Of strange and deadly poison
4 XVIII| was no spur, words were no sting;~Of his dear friends then
5    XX| and honor be your virtue's sting,~Your lives, my fame, Christ'
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