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 1     I|      Eberard to overpass,~In foul oblivion would my Muse be
 2    II|   keep his sacred brood~From foul infection of so great a
 3    II| swell,~And like the brand of foul Alecto flame,~He looked
 4   III|   sound,~The myrrh, that her foul sin doth still deplore,~
 5    IV|        V~There were Silenus' foul and loathsome route,~There
 6    IV| since have light,~Since that foul spirits haunt my resting-place,~
 7    IV|      each night I slept -- O foul untruth! --~Mine honor lost,
 8     V|    venom unespied,~Wherewith foul envy did his heart inspire.~
 9   VII|      XLI~At last so careless foul despair him made,~He meant
10  VIII|  named,~His speeches thus to foul Alecto framed.~ ~  II~"Alecto,
11    IX|     sacred hill:~The spirits foul to hell the angels drove;~
12    IX|      earth delivered from so foul annoy,~Recalled her beauty,
13     X|   some well-known friend.~In foul despite, a rascal Frenchman
14   XII|  misfortune's son, despair's foul fire:~Oh see thine evil,
15   XII|    silver locks with dust he foul besprent,~He knocked his
16  XIII|   weapons armed,~Of monsters foul mis-shaped whole bands appeared;~
17   XIV|      charm or spell~To raise foul Dis from his infernal seat:~
18   XVI|  club with blood of monsters foul defiled,~And on her back
19   XVI|      awhile, at last~Thus in foul terms, her bitter wrath