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 1     I|        incline:~The first four hundred horsemen gathered near~To
 2     I| skilled in Mars his game,~Four hundred brought he, but so many
 3     I|   cares were fit to mow;~Eight hundred horse (from Champain came)
 4     I|        valleys plain.~ ~ L~Two hundred Greeks came next, in fight
 5    II|     called a virgin bright,~An hundred lamps aye burn before her
 6    II|    Tell him he sows to reap an hundred fold,~But where thy talk
 7     V|   Famous in war and peace five hundred years.~ ~ XVII~This barbarous
 8     V|       then he wrongeth thee an hundred ways;~Nor let thy state
 9    VI|     soul presented~Death in an hundred ugly fashions painted,~And
10    VI|        her unresolved heart~An hundred passions strove and ceaseless
11   VII|       arms descry,~But soon an hundred lamps and torches burned,~
12   VII|     and battle new began,~Five hundred men, weaponed with sword
13  VIII|    your famous guide?"~ ~ V~An hundred strove the stranger's guide
14  VIII|     XXI~"Of thousands twain an hundred scant survived.~When Sweno
15     X|       art, and at the table~An hundred virgins served, for husbands
16     X|       upwrap.~From Hidraort an hundred horsemen came,~Whose guide,
17    XI|      XX~"Arm, arm at once!" an hundred squadrons cried,~And with
18    XI|      his threat.~ ~ XXXVIII~An hundred able men meanwhile let fall~
19   XII|       love forth of her eye~An hundred glorious beams bright shining
20   XIV|      framed by art:~ ~ XLIX~An hundred grooms, quick, diligent
21    XV|      in stories old,~And by an hundred more ignoble ways:~They
22   XVI|    gate,~Though round about an hundred ports there shine,~The door-leaves
23  XVII|   which on height~Who clomb an hundred ivory stairs first told,~
24  XVII|     man,~Of the proud Goths an hundred squadrons trim:~Then he
25 XVIII|      age able to go to man,~An hundred plants beside, even in his
26 XVIII|       in his sight,~Childed an hundred nymphs, so great, so dight.~ ~
27 XVIII|     changeth oft her cheer,~An hundred sighs from her false heart
28 XVIII|    Like Briareus armed with an hundred hands.~ ~ XXXVI~With fifty
29 XVIII|      the sun,~Of carpenters an hundred large he brought,~That what
30 XVIII|    like wood.~ ~ XLV~Set on an hundred wheels the rolling mass,~
31 XVIII|       uprear~A ladder huge, an hundred steps of height,~And in
32    XX|      How dareth one against an hundred fight?~Our cry, our shade,
33    XX|      hurt and all,~And with an hundred deaths revenged one fall.~ ~
34    XX|     wrought,~For by his hand a hundred knights were slain,~But
35    XX|        hath twined~Fast in her hundred arms and holds embraced,~
36    XX|      fire,~And in his heart an hundred passions fought,~Yet none
37    XX|      CXXXIII~"Cruel, myself an hundred ways can find,~To rid me
38    XX|        his head,~Gainst whom a hundred fought, yet not one gained.~"