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 1    II|       Far other plaints, dear friend, tears and laments~The time,
 2    II|       God, scant to himself a friend,~And pricked his reason
 3    II|       think betide;~He is thy friend 'gainst all the world beside.~ ~
 4    IV|     fears no God, he loves no friend,~He fears the heathen false
 5     V|      him feared;~He seemed my friend, and I discovered not~His
 6    VI| Aladine, her mother's dearest friend.~ ~ LIX~At Sion was this
 7    VI|       of thieves, and lovers' friend.~ ~ XC~Some sparkling fires
 8  VIII|    make to him that kills his friend.~ ~ LXXI~"I will, I will,
 9     X|     visage of some well-known friend.~In foul despite, a rascal
10     X|       you our good Circassian friend~In terms too bold and fervent
11     X|    thy face to view,~My noble friend! it lesseneth in some part~
12     X|       Rambaldo, he became her friend,~We in a dungeon deep were
13    XI|   their eyes did close,~Night friend to gentle rest and sweet
14   XII|       handmaid dear.~ ~ LXVI~"Friend, thou hast won, I pardon
15   XII|      will the trespass of her friend,~That hope relieves me with
16   XIV|    here?~Come and embrace thy friend and fellow dear!"~ ~ VI~
17   XIV|    vanished from his sleeping friend,~Like smoke in wind, or
18   XIV|       sway,~An aged sire, our friend, there shall you find,~All
19  XVII|    this pursuit~Of their wise friend well knew the aged face:~
20  XVII|     you wot it not, I am your friend,~And for your profit work,
21 XVIII|          XXXII~"Com'st thou a friend or foe? I did not frame~
22   XIX|    chose me for her champion, friend and knight,~Proud Godfrey'
23   XIX|       it no more,~From me thy friend hide not thyself at all,~
24   XIX| speech was done;~But said, `A friend and keeper hast thou found,~
25   XIX|      Medicine is life's chief friend; plaint her most foe:"~They
26    XX|    lay the noble steed,~There friend with friend lay killed like
27    XX|      steed,~There friend with friend lay killed like lovers true,~
28    XX|     He promised her to be her friend and knight~When erst he
29    XX|        Your foe nay, but your friend, your knight, your slave.~ ~
30    XX|      prisoner, fortune is thy friend:~On Altamoro great thy conquest
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