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 1    IV| garden of the Hebrews' land,~Quench out this spark, before it
 2    IV|  Alas! what hope is left, to quench his fire~That kindled is
 3    IV|      My guiltless blood must quench the ceaseless fire~On which
 4     V|  contention~Who first should quench his flames in Cupid's rivers,~
 5    VI|   Refusal kindleth, proffers quench the flame.~Thy lord will
 6    VI|   rest her weary sprite,~And quench the endless thirst of ardent
 7   VII|  contented with mine own:~We quench our thirst with water of
 8  VIII|     sire,~Could in his bosom quench that glorious fire.~ ~ VII~"
 9   XII|     grace,~"Your blood shall quench these flames, and quench
10   XII|     quench these flames, and quench mine ire:"~This said, the
11  XIII|       Which neither rain can quench nor dews that fall,~So placed
12  XIII|   yields all Egypt drink,~To quench their thirst the men sufficient
13   XIX|     to spill,~Nor could that quench his wrath or calm his ire~
14   XIX|      Why strive you fires to quench, sweet Cupid's flame?~No,
15    XX|  Stygian brook,~Now prest to quench her own and beauty's beams;~