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 1     I|    kindled, soon burnt out.~ ~ LXIII~The third Alcasto marched,
 2    II| justice, wisdom, victories.~ ~ LXIII~"These altogether doth our
 3   III|        s king's dear child.~ ~ LXIII~"With him is Guelpho, as
 4    IV|   justice cannot move thee.~ ~ LXIII~"Thou who dost all thou
 5     V|         when virtue riseth.~ ~ LXIII~And not one foot his steadfast
 6    VI|    scalding sigh did raise.~ ~ LXIII~From hence the furious combat
 7   VII|       with spear and sword.~ ~ LXIII~"Let me this Pagan's glorious
 8  VIII|       Italian bands in one.~ ~ LXIII~He gathered them where lay
 9    IX|   glideth down from Heaven.~ ~ LXIII~But when the infernal troop
10     X|    stately, pleasant, rich.~ ~ LXIII~"The heavens were clear,
11    XI|   fought close by his side:~ ~ LXIII~"Come, Solyman, the time
12   XII|      both disdained to die.~ ~ LXIII~As Aegean seas when storms
13  XIII|  despiseth, naught regards.~ ~ LXIII~Languished the faithful
14   XIV|       why strive you still?~ ~ LXIII~" `O fools who youth possess,
15    XV|       this paradise to see.~ ~ LXIII~"This is the place wherein
16   XVI|        still weeping stand?~ ~ LXIII~"Fie no! complaints farewell!
17  XVII|     wreak and cursed spite.~ ~ LXIII~"But that your strength
18 XVIII|  against their surest port:~ ~ LXIII~But after, aided by the
19   XIX|     heed, take more regard:~ ~ LXIII~Thus spake the chieftain
20    XX|    love assuaged her wrath.~ ~ LXIII~Love bridled fury, and revived