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 1     I|    devouring fire,~Loth was the wretch the Frenchman should have
 2    II|         of his mercy would this wretch withstand,~Nor let so vile
 3    II|        punishment."~ ~ XXIV~The wretch of new enraged at the same,~
 4   III|         Lord so good,~For never wretch with sin so overgone~Had
 5    IV|   springing flower,~Even as the wretch condemned to lose his life~
 6    IV|         her angel's face,~"Poor wretch," quoth she, "in tears and
 7     V|    Saviour with mischance;~This wretch the tenth was who was thus
 8   VII|        fire.~ ~ XLIII~The Pagan wretch no longer could sustain~
 9   XII|         Not for myself a sinful wretch I pray,~That in thy presence
10   XII|       mild, the tigress tame,~O wretch that heavenly warnings dost
11   XII|            LIX~Why joy'st thou, wretch? Oh, what shall be thy gain?~
12   XII|       thy silence both,~Uncivil wretch, hath made my heart more
13   XII|       rebel with sinful ire,~Oh wretch! Oh whither doth thy rage
14   XVI| despised beauty's sake.~ ~ L~"O wretch! dare I still vaunt, or
15 XVIII|            LXXXVIII~And now the wretch those dreadful words begun,~
16    XX|    cruel, sharp, gainst me,~Ah, wretch, how is thy chance and fortune