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 1     I|     yore,~Such madness in his cruel bosom wrought,~That now
 2    II|      not love, that moved his cruel sense;~"Tell on," quoth
 3    II| secret cave,~The sea, pardie, cruel and deaf by kind,~Will hear
 4   III|   bear,~I would him reave his cruel heart on live."~Thus said
 5   III|      long since, and if thou, cruel, would~I should be dead,
 6   III|    have declared, to move her cruel sense.~But in ill time of
 7    IV|     entire,~For so mishap her cruel lot had cast,~My birth,
 8    VI|       he, "in desert wild~The cruel bears and savage beasts
 9    VI|      can thy gentle knight so cruel be?~Love in his heart thy
10    VI|       he complaineth, see.~Oh cruel woman, whom no care exciteth~
11    VI|     dear lord that fierce and cruel fight,~But I to that encounter
12    VI|       though pierced with his cruel blade,~The bloody weapon
13    VI|  Gainst whom fierce love such cruel war hath raised,~So shall
14    VI|      sudden blow of Fortune's cruel spite,~She stood where Phoebe'
15   VII|       their blows.~ ~ CXX~The cruel hail, and deadly wounding
16  VIII|       of spite,~The Frenchmen cruel and unjust they named,~And
17    IX|       how strange force their cruel blows they drove?~How sore
18    IX|      thus he spoke, he gave a cruel stroke~Against Algazel's
19    IX|   throne of beauty spare,~The cruel man stretched forth his
20    XI|   lime, brimstone and bitumen cruel.~ ~ XXVII~All full of arms
21    XI|   goat,~That when her sides a cruel shaft hath rift,~With it
22   XII|    hardened to thine ill,~Thy cruel heart is to thy loss prepared,~
23   XII|       Between her breasts the cruel weapon rives~Her curious
24   XII|    through this bosom, and my cruel heart~In pieces cleave,
25   XII|      handiwork, that deep and cruel wound,~And her sweet face
26   XII|    and ease,~Through which my cruel blade this flood-gate rove,~
27   XII|       never cease,~O hands, O cruel eyes, accursed alike!~You
28  XIII|       quiet placed,~Oh be not cruel as thy heart is bold,~Pardon
29  XIII|       weapon sharp doth rive,~Cruel, is't not enough thy foes
30  XIII|      benign quenched out,~And cruel stars in heaven did signorize,~
31   XVI|     ran.~ ~ XXXVI~"Whither, O cruel! leavest thou me alone?"~
32   XVI|           XLIII~"Suppose not, cruel, that I come to vow~Or pray,
33   XVI|     shrine~Alone I pray, thou cruel saint of mine;~ ~ XLVII~"
34   XVI|  crags nursed thee apart;~Ah, cruel man l in whom no token mild~
35   XVI|       your name?~ ~ LVIII~"Go cruel, go, go with such peace,
36   XVI|      s spite,~In cruelty that cruel knight surpass~I will, but
37   XVI|      thou shouldest have been cruel than,~For then this cruel
38   XVI|     cruel than,~For then this cruel well deserved thine ire,~
39  XVII|       s might.~To satisfy her cruel will and thought,~She gives
40  XVII|      But by his knights still cruel wars maintained.~So wise
41  XVII|     the rough seas more calm, cruel," she said,~"Than the mild
42  XVII|   place and honor stepped:~To cruel fate, not to the Huns, Altine~
43  XVII|        That smiling seemed to cruel death to yield,~When Totila
44   XIX|       pursue,~Made fierce and cruel through their secret hate,~
45   XIX|     for this fair town,~Which cruel war beats down even with
46   XIX|    vaunts make me afraid,~But cruel love I fear, and this fair
47   XIX|      I mischanced to light~Of cruel men, in armour clothed round,~
48   XIX|      and thin, those deep~And cruel hurts to fasten, roll and
49    XX|       Pagan host arrives, and cruel fight~Makes with the Christians
50    XX|   deprived lie;~But with that cruel weapon lost their life~Gentonio,
51    XX|    while Ormondo false, whose cruel hand~Was armed and prest
52    XX|      Which makes his heart so cruel and so hard,~No shot that
53    XX|       fight~Waxed sharp, hot, cruel, though renewed but late,~
54    XX|     love uphold,~Nor kill the cruel man that slew his dear.~
55    XX|      darling kind~If storm or cruel steel the tree down cast,~
56    XX|   wondered on that fierce and cruel sight,~Some praised their
57    XX|       fled from the fight and cruel fray,~Against Augustus great
58    XX|    life and soul do bide;~The cruel sword his breast and hinder
59    XX|       Be strong, mine arrows, cruel, sharp, gainst me,~Ah, wretch,
60    XX|      see his eyes.~ ~  CXXXI~"Cruel at thy departure, at return~
61    XX|       departure, at return~As cruel, say, what chance thee hither
62    XX|       were death.~ ~ CXXXIII~"Cruel, myself an hundred ways
63    XX|      Yet could not so death's cruel stroke prevent:~The camp