Canto

 1     1|    thou wilt thyself as much molest:~For if we fight because
 2     5|     outrage hase their peace molest,~And bitter tears still
 3     8|    against law and usage, to molest~The land (no sluggard in
 4     9|     more should living wight molest;~And, what was appertaining
 5    10|   thoughts, no further cares molest,~Olympia lap in slumber
 6    25|     thoughts, which evermore molest,~And, rankling in his bosom,
 7    26|  shall more that cruel beast molest~Than Francis, who the realm
 8    29|  Thou never wilt my chastity molest~In word or deed." So spake
 9    30|      with the tongue or hand molest our friends,~Though the
10    31|       whose pangs so wofully molest,~They reason and our better
11    32| seated at the festive board, molest;~All, saving Bradamant,
12    33|   And Bruci, these shall oft molest, you see:~Yet not by Frank
13    34|     too sore the sable fumes molest,~Which hither form the hellish
14    38|   good knight unworthy fears molest;~Not only none Rinaldo would
15    42|     the snakes in other mode molest,~But they such horror and
16    43|   soothes the griefs that so molest.~Thou only of so many hast
17    44|   little him Rinaldo's words molest;~Who by the maid will do
18    45|      and day, and ever, doth molest,~Ever afflict him, evermore