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 1    II|       Cupid thus lets borrowed arrows fly.~O Hymen, say, what
 2   III|        he starts,~Nor fears he arrows, quarries, stones or darts.~ ~
 3    IV|      thunder in his ire,~Whose arrows hailstones he and coals
 4     V|            Whose looks, love's arrows were; whose eyes his quivers;~
 5  VIII|         And over us a cloud of arrows flew:~ ~ XVIII~"Uneven the
 6     X|      scaped free~From thousand arrows which about him flew,~From
 7    XI|      the Christians dreed,~Nor arrows shot, nor quarries cast
 8    XI|       hung,~Therein a flash of arrows feathered weel.~In her left
 9    XI|      cast,~And volleys huge of arrows sharp discharge,~Upon the
10    XI|        climb~Of stones, darts, arrows, fire, pitch and lime:~ ~
11    XI| approaches made,~And darts and arrows spit against his foes,~As
12   XII|     feed~It were more fit mine arrows to bestow,~Than for a feeble
13   XVI|     thy bield~Gainst storms of arrows, darts and weapons thrown;~
14 XVIII|  LXVIII~The archers shot their arrows sharp and keen,~Dipped in
15 XVIII|     life and all,~And oft with arrows, shafts, and stones that
16    XX| weakness past,~Be strong, mine arrows, cruel, sharp, gainst me,~