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 1     I|      God himself of Love.~ ~ LIX~Sophia by Adige's flowery
 2    II| stair by which men climb.~ ~ LIX~Argantes called is that
 3   III|     princely look behold.~ ~ LIX~"Well seems he born to be
 4    IV|    their queen's defence.~ ~ LIX~"And though he do my regal
 5     V|  prince was justly slain.~ ~ LIX~"I say with reason Lord
 6    VI|  mother's dearest friend.~ ~ LIX~At Sion was this princess
 7   VII|      proud Gernando slew:~ ~ LIX~And eke those ten which
 8  VIII|       and purchased fame.~ ~ LIX~He closed his eyes at last
 9    IX|    furies and his fiends.~ ~ LIX~"Go bid them all depart,
10     X|    and knights, he sends;~ ~ LIX~And thus he said, "Some
11    XI|      their fortress dear.~ ~ LIX~But that which most dismayed
12   XII|   blast of friendly wind!~ ~ LIX~Why joy'st thou, wretch?
13  XIII| cistern, well and spring:~ ~ LIX~And little Siloe that his
14   XIV|   his squires there wait;~ ~ LIX~"Landed he stalks about,
15    XV|   forth of lust and love.~ ~ LIX~These naked wantons, tender,
16   XVI|    among the Pagan bands,~ ~ LIX~"There lying wounded, mongst
17  XVII|       when them he spied.~ ~ LIX~The twain who first were
18 XVIII|    horse and footmen all;~ ~ LIX~"How great, how strong,
19   XIX|       all Afric, brought.~ ~ LIX~He viewed the camp awhile,
20    XX|    calmed his angry mood;~ ~ LIX~He scorned upon their fearful