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 1     I|         lily fair of gold,~Their wonted ensign they tofore them
 2     I|         use with him some of his wonted craft,~To stay his passage,
 3     I|      arms was quickly dight,~His wonted guide each soldier tends
 4    II|           Nor could he quite his wonted faith forsake,~But in his
 5    II|        ere now,~I come to try my wonted power and might,~And will
 6   III|        Their molten hearts their wonted pride allay,~Along their
 7   III|        each lamenting goes,~From wonted use of ruth they list not
 8    IV|      their princes each took his wonted seat~On thrones red-hot,
 9    IV|       among,~A banished maid, of wonted ease debarred,~So grievous
10     V|         The duke, that saw their wonted courage fled,~And in the
11    VI|          VI~"But if the roots of wonted chivalry~Be not quite dead
12    VI|         Pagan champion rode,~His wonted arms and ensigns all he
13   VII|        great weight incline,~His wonted sword upon his thigh he
14     X|        wend, for Titan bright~To wonted labor summons every wight."~ ~
15   XII|       saw her leave her arms and wonted gear,~Her danger nigh that
16   XII|      hold,~Still in my heart thy wonted brands I have~More bitter
17  XIII| Languished the faithful dog, and wonted care~Of his dear lord and
18   XIV|      left his guests,~And in his wonted bed the old man rests.~ ~
19   XVI|     Recalled the lovers to their wonted sport,~In a fair room for
20   XVI|       drunk with ease, devoid of wonted might~On sleep till then
21   XVI|     having yet forgot pardie~Her wonted shifts and sleights in Cupid'
22   XVI|    Reason late had quenched, his wonted flame;~Yet entered Pity
23 XVIII|         for amends, in arms~Your wonted valor use and courage brave;~
24 XVIII|         The wood returned to his wonted state,~Of withcrafts free,
25 XVIII|        That this good prince his wonted foe shall kill.~ ~ LXVIII~
26   XIX|         speeches kind,~And in my wonted prison set me free:"~Thus
27   XIX|            quoth Tancred, "to my wonted tent,~But bear me to this
28    XX|     himself his courage old,~His wonted force, his rage and hot