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 1    II|     or Sion's fall lamented,~Forbear this land, Judea trouble
 2     V|     first, who scantly could forbear,~Till friendly night might
 3    VI|  honor, equal is your might;~Forbear this combat, so we deem
 4    VI|       The fight begun~Now to forbear, doth wound my heart right
 5    VI| hapless maid her passions to forbear,~For though exceeding were
 6    IX|  doth best pertain:~Bid them forbear to infect the earth and
 7     X|    Till better season serve, forbear thy rest;~A stranger doth
 8     X|    rose, the rest their talk forbear.~ ~ XXXVII~"0 worthy sovereign,"
 9   XII|      sake, this bold attempt forbear;~Put off these sable arms,
10   XII| dread aghast~This enterprise forbear I to pursue,~No, not if
11   XII|    And for my sake, my dear, forbear these tears.~ ~ XCII~"Thine
12 XVIII|  laughs for joy, the streams forbear their haste,~Floods clap
13   XIX|   And bids them all retire. "Forbear," he cries,~"To strike this
14   XIX|      speech till fitter time forbear."~ ~  LXXXV~Forthwith, ere