Canto

 1     4|        proof we scarcely find~A real friend, through various
 2     4|       labour wrought. This only real,~Where all the rest was
 3     5|      own, where I~(Such was his real end) was doomed to die.~ ~
 4     7|    Without disguise, and in her real dress,~This ring, returning,
 5     8|      form surveyed,~If she were real woman, or some mock~Resemblance,
 6    10|     upon the sea,~Nor less than real stone seemed stone to be.~ ~
 7    16|      the blame away;~And as the real brother she profest,~Unceasingly
 8    23|     like phantasies, beside~The real truth, did sad Orlando lean~
 9    23|      CXXVI~"These are no longer real tears which rise,~And which
10    26|      gain is dear;~But they who real goodness make their care,~
11    27|       make his sovereign see, a real friend~Was aye to be preferred
12    29|    lightly a perpetual grace,~A real joy, to be postponed to
13    29| beautiful, and sage,~And to the real pitch of honour fly.~That
14    31|        assurance that you are~A real offset of our ancient tree,~
15    33|       yourself, and deem~Things real which are hollow and untrue?~