Canto

 1     4|         rocky height, and bottom wet,~Among the rocks of the
 2     6|      Thence, soaked and dripping wet, his way did tread,~And
 3     7|    comely ringlets was his hair,~Wet with the costliest odours
 4     8|       holds it high;~And, not to wet them, gathers up her feet.~
 5    13|        or water had the power to wet,~Or overhead the circling
 6    17| threatening waves explore;~Then, wet and weary, land 'mid verdant
 7    25|         Which hangs declined and wet with frequent tear,~Rogero
 8    26|        with her eyes yet red and wet~From her long weeping, sighing
 9    32|        wait without,~Fasting and wet, night's weary watches through.~
10    33|         made for thorny thicket, wet or dry,~Tree, rock, or river,
11    41|          him wholly strained and wet with blood,~And that he
12    41|          he descried~Himself all wet, and smeared with sanguine
13    42|       with a face disturbed, and wet with tears,~To his Brandimart
14    42|          Whose manly cheeks were wet with many a tear;~ ~ XIV~