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 1     I|           to retire at will,~Though broken, scattered, fled, they skirmish
 2    II|         amid your temple's side,~By broken by-ways did I inward pass,~
 3    VI|            revenged for his sceptre broken,~The men of arms of Araby
 4    VI|             imperfect, stopped, and broken,~He roared and thundered
 5  VIII|         nations, and of high heaven broken,~Why doth not heaven kill
 6    IX|         strong encounters made,~His broken spear the eldest boy down
 7    IX|         bold~He lifts, and o'er his broken banks doth flow,~And with
 8     X|           He made his pillow of his broken shield~To ease the griefs
 9     X| Antioch-ward;~But first his armors, broken, hacked and cleft,~Unfit
10    XI|           ground;"~And leaning on a broken spear, he thrust~His leg
11    XI|     dismayed~But now stood bruised, broken, cracked and shivered,~From
12  XIII|          anchors fall,~Our champion broken hath his worthless bands,~
13   XIV|           straight they bent,~Whose broken shores with brackish waves
14    XV|               quoth he, "ere lately broken day,~In his bright arms
15    XV|       cleave the yielding deep,~The broken seas for anger foam and
16 XVIII|           opened wide,~Now bruised, broken down, destroyed fall~The
17    XX|          hope and fear:~All full of broken lances lay the field,~All
18    XX|            to dangerous fight,~Were broken, scattered, and nigh put
19    XX|        death addressed.~Thus of his broken armies gan he frame~A battle