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 1    II|    bend his frowning look,~No pity, youth; fairness, no grace
 2    II|       doom,~I not excuse, but pity much their youth,~And come
 3    II|       was said;~And though to pity he never framed his thought,~
 4    IV|      The stubborn hearts with pity frail to move;~Look pale
 5    IV|       That gainst his wisdom, pity made him kind.~ ~ LXVI~Besides
 6    IV|       on thy foes;~But if for pity of a worldly dame~I left
 7    IV|   dame~I left this work, such pity were my shame."~ ~ LXX~At
 8    IV| chance, I see,~Hath made even pity, pitiless in thee.~ ~ LXXII~"
 9    IV|  breast the brand~Of love and pity kindled had the flame,~While
10    IV|      fitly prove~That witless pity breedeth fruitless love.~ ~
11    IV|      anger, and of shame;~Yet pity shone transparent through
12   VII|     my mishap thy thoughts to pity move,~To entertain me as
13   VII|       he see,~Shall feel dear pity pierce his gentle mind;"~
14  VIII|    youth had wrought~A tender pity in each softened mind,~Behold
15    IX|      foolish kindness, and oh pity vain,~To add our proper
16    IX|      his face, where love and pity stand,~To pray him that
17    IX|        In his pale looks kind pity's image lies,~That death
18    IX|      of his Lesbino dead,~His pity vanished, ire and rage renew,~
19   XII|       the wild waters seem~To pity thee, a gentle wind there
20   XII|      eyes I trow~Downward for pity bent both heaven and sun,~
21   XII|    used art,~Think'st it were pity so to ease my pain:~Of luckless
22   XII|    her eyes celestial seem~To pity his sad plight, and thus
23   XII|  lately dressed,~My love, thy pity cannot her offend,~Anger
24  XIII|   faithful, bold,~But foolish pity lets him not assay~His strength
25  XIII| thoughts all filled were~With pity, sadness, grief, compassion,
26   XVI|     wonted flame;~Yet entered Pity in the place at least,~Love'
27   XVI|     no token mild~Appears, of pity, ruth, or tender heart,~
28   XVI|       dead?~Kindness forbade, pity did that withstand;~But
29   XVI|     he gone," quoth she, "nor pity had~To leave me thus twixt
30 XVIII|       thy breast make ruth or pity rise,~But their false looks
31 XVIII|      The hardest breast sweet pity mollifies,~What stony heart
32   XIX|     Thence fury fights, hence pity draws the sword,~Nor strive
33   XIX|        quoth I, `grant mercy, pity, grace,~Save not my kingdom,
34   XIX|  though strange, provide,~And pity wept for joy to see that
35    XX|   parts him call~Just ire and pity kind, one bids him go~And
36    XX|     his ire joins grief, with pity woe.~What did he then? with
37    XX|     that sight~The prince had pity, courtesy and care;~He promised
38    XX|      likewise,~Wherein chaste pity and mild ruth appears:~Thus