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 1     I|   sought war,~Of glory vain to gain an idle smook,~And lands
 2     I|       they trust will be their gain,~They laugh, we weep; they
 3    II|  forbid this town and realm to gain,~And he in peace, rest,
 4    IV|        And feared the doubtful gain of bloody war,~He, that
 5    IV|     wondrous love! thou makest gain of all;~For if she weeping
 6    IV|     lady's right,~With hope of gain or profit in the end;~But
 7    IV|       sly enchantress felt her gain the nigher,~These were her
 8     V|    ease she might more vantage gain,~As tired soldiers whom
 9     V|        champion, you an helper gain?~ ~ LXXXIV~"If me you love,
10    VI|   shall this fact betide?~What gain? what guerdon shall befall
11    VI|      she her darling's loss or gain,~And ever when the Pagan
12   VII| Enticed on with hope of future gain,~I suffered long what did
13   VII|        skip~For hope of future gain, nor longer stood,~But from
14    IX|     gold to fight,~The hope of gain hath such alluring might.~ ~
15    XI|  support you conquest sure may gain;~First let the priests before
16   XII|     him a Pagan was I sold for gain,~And with his queen, as
17   XII|  wretch? Oh, what shall be thy gain?~What trophy for this conquest
18   XIV|   reward of goodness, virtue's gain!~A narrow room our glory
19   XVI|    this price my will I cannot gain,~Nature gives beauty; fortune,
20   XIX|        whether hate or hope of gain them move,~Conspired have,
21    XX|         thou must the conquest gain,~Behind this mighty wing,
22    XX|      What spoil his folk shall gain, what praise, what thank.~