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 1    II|      and foot, how canst them sustain?~Whence comes thy store?
 2    VI|    these armors bright?~I may sustain awhile this shield aloft,~
 3   VII|  Pagan wretch no longer could sustain~The dreadful terror of his
 4   VII| seemed alone this skirmish to sustain,~The duke his brother called
 5   VII|      Turks too weak seemed to sustain his might,~And could not
 6    IX|    not how his life could him sustain,~Except his heart were forged
 7     X|    Too little is this city to sustain,~To raise the siege unless
 8    XI|      leg could not his weight sustain,~He saw his will did far
 9    XI|     no longer could the grief sustain~Of these displeasures, but
10   XIV|     place shall serve me, and sustain~Their plagues, their torments
11   XVI|     to view himself could not sustain,~His looks he downward cast
12  XVII|     grain~In Egypt grew as to sustain them all;~Yet from one town
13  XVII|     armies I commit, my place sustain~ Mongst them, go set the
14  XVII|      succeeded him,~Who durst sustain, in years though scant a
15 XVIII|       little space right well sustain~Their glorious light and
16 XVIII|     folk he brought,~Where to sustain the assault awhile he thought.~ ~
17   XIX|   stout, nor could'st thyself sustain,~Thyself thou threwest down,
18   XIX|  fierce wrath they may unhurt sustain,~And with his hook, his
19   XIX|     of our great conquests to sustain,~Or bide our looks and threats,