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 1    II|         that beauty's field lie waste,~Her visage set Olindo's
 2    II|   Destroyed have, each field to waste is laid,~In fenced towers
 3   III|    knows disordered speed makes waste.~ ~ III~Feathered their
 4    IV|      the other Lords to deserts waste,~And hold them slaves far
 5    VI|       skill and cunning all was waste,~Such was Argantes' force,
 6    VI|        field of princely virtue waste,~Or lost that jewel ladies
 7    VI|    measure,~If vainly thus thou waste so rich a treasure."~ ~
 8   VII|     spent his strength in vain,~Waste were his strokes, his thrusts
 9   VII|        Yet all their blows were waste, their onsets vain,~But
10  VIII|        We went, through deserts waste, and forests wide,~The streets
11   XII|         Ethiop, and her deserts waste,~The lore of Christ both
12   XII|   restrain~My will, my suit was waste, my speech was vain:~ ~
13  XIII|         Lord, if in the deserts waste~Thou hadst compassion on
14   XIV| Bertoldo's son,~Imprisoned in a waste and desert land,~What soil
15   XIV|        love awhile,~She chose a waste, a sole and desert isle.~ ~
16    XV|     built of clay,~The rest lay waste, unless wild beasts unseen,~
17  XVII|   bounded in with sandy deserts waste,~And thence with Euphrates'
18   XIX|      for succor take~To deserts waste, or place frequented high,~
19   XIX|       but he spent~His force in waste, and all his strength in
20   XIX|       LXXXVI~And now in deserts waste and wild arrived,~Far from
21    XX|      Thought, now her field lay waste, her hedge lay down:~ ~
22    XX|        hope is vain all help is waste,~Since hurts ease hurts,