Canto

 1     6|     And, now despising, as of folly bred,~The fond desire which
 2     6|   snare,~Too far from land my folly to repair.~ ~ XLII~"To aid
 3     8|    and he~Lay thinking on his folly past in vain:~"My heart,"
 4    12|       Till I have driven such folly from his head;~For never
 5    14|       should pay their daring folly dear,~(Who from the ditch
 6    16|    the champaign prest;~Whose folly was a beacon to the rest.~ ~
 7    17|      Now he lamenting for his folly stood,~That having heard
 8    23|    passing dread,~Of stranger folly never shall be said.~ ~
 9    24|       guise.~For, what proves folly more than on this shelf,~
10    24|    shall forego~This dance of folly; but yet cannot quit,~As
11    26|    are~Of force to drive this folly from thy head,~It shall
12    34|      time, chance, or our own folly, here.~ ~ LXXIV~Nor here
13    41|    served of yore)~He, in his folly, baptism little prized,~
14    43| courteous landlord hears~What folly had destroyed his every
15    43|    seek~Displeases, this 'tis folly to explore,~My wife's a