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 1   III|       their haste,~For well he knows disordered speed makes waste.~ ~
 2   III|   crowned,~So well the lore he knows of regiment,~Peerless in
 3    IV|        awhile did stay him,~He knows, who fears no God, he loves
 4   VII|      hits he neither cares nor knows.~ ~ XCII~Among a thousand
 5  VIII|   although he wanted eyes?~Who knows not how the Italian chivalry~
 6    IX|       although their deaths he knows,~It is some ease not to
 7     X|     this world lives none~That knows the secret of this darksome
 8     X|       fears do you dismay?~Who knows not this, you need not our
 9   XII|       oppressed,~This hand she knows hath only sinned, not I,~
10   XIX|      were it hap or skill, who knows,~His better hand loose and
11   XIX|    ground,~Weep she, or no, he knows not, yet appears~Her humid
12    XX|      known he is, and worse he knows his host,~Strange lords
13    XX|         Rosimond, and Guy;~Who knows how many in that fatal strife~
14    XX|    love finds mean, but hatred knows no measure,~Outflew the
15    XX|     gules; yet he the champion knows.~And says, "Here greatest
16    XX| CXXVIII~She turns and, ere she knows, her lord she spies,~Whose