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 1    II|     you judge amiss,~At every shot look not to hit the white,~
 2    IV|   beams denays,~But keeps his shot where Cupid keeps his fort;~
 3     V|  gainst his breast a thousand shot she ventured,~Yet was the
 4    XI|  Christians dreed,~Nor arrows shot, nor quarries cast from
 5    XI|    was the rout~Of those that shot with bows and cast with
 6    XI|       their engines ceaseless shot and cast,~And volleys huge
 7    XI|      engine great it had been shot,~It broke his helm, he tumbled
 8    XI|       off keep~Both darts and shot, and scorned all their wrath.~
 9    XI|      a sharp and deadly arrow shot;~And from her bow no steeled
10    XI|    pierced him,~The other was shot through from side to side:~
11    XI|    trusted well.~ ~ XLVI~Thus shot the maid: the duke with
12    XI|      hand for it,~For by that shot thou savedst them that day~
13   XII|   this town,~And happy was my shot, and prosperous too,~But
14  XIII|     and turrets full of fiery shot,~With slings and engines
15  XIII|     And threatened death with shot, with sword and mace:~At
16 XVIII|   kill.~ ~ LXVIII~The archers shot their arrows sharp and keen,~
17 XVIII|       And city subject to her shot and power;~Yet kept the
18    XX|   eyes, his looks bright fire shot out;~He cheers the fearful,
19    XX|      woman's shaft or woman's shot,~Instead of piercing, there
20    XX|    her power, and in that fit~Shot oft and oft, her shafts
21    XX| entrance found,~And while she shot, love gave her wound on
22    XX|      so cruel and so hard,~No shot that flies from eye or hand
23    XX|       mighty bow,~Weak is the shot that dripile falls in snow.~ ~