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 1    II|      of glory can no partner bide,~With mine own self I did
 2    II|     virtue, troth, and valor bide.~A slender courtesy made
 3    II|    he may in long accordance bide,~With that great worthy
 4    VI|    would the chosen champion bide,~His face with joy, his
 5    VI|   what he suffered could she bide or bear:~Besides, report
 6    IX|      where life doth chiefly bide,~And that fell blow she
 7    IX|   all extremes they faithful bide;~ ~ XC~All these in thickest
 8     X|  Ismen sage did at his elbow bide,~Of whom he asked what way
 9     X|     trees on craggy hill,~To bide the bitter blasts of storm
10  XVII|      firm land the plough to bide,~So Egypt still increased,
11 XVIII|      plain and easy part,~To bide the storm of every warlike
12 XVIII|     her game,~That durst nor bide her foe's encounter strong;~
13   XIX|   other home, thou shalt not bide with me,'~But let him welcome
14   XIX|     conquests to sustain,~Or bide our looks and threats, they
15    XX| where man's life and soul do bide;~The cruel sword his breast