Canto

 1     1| splendour art,~Hippolitus, to smile upon his pain~Who tenders
 2     6|      seems to wear a constant smile,~Troop boys and damsels:
 3     7|    flow:~And here that gentle smile receives its birth,~Which
 4     7|      all sides did she speak, smile, sing, or move;~No wonder
 5     7|     be united with so sweet a smile.~ ~ XVII~No! he could now
 6    13|   lived, content in Fortune's smile,~Rich, blameless, fair,
 7    13|  repair."~ ~ XXXV~With bitter smile, upstarting on his feet,~
 8    18|    whether Fortune pleased to smile or frown,~Served Dardinello
 9    19|   clear,~Was less inclined to smile, than mournful tear.~ ~
10    21|      he nevermore was seen to smile:~All his discourse was sad,
11    32|        and, to win the lady's smile,~Illustrious deeds have
12    41|   after, was she ever seen to smile.~ ~ XXXIII~The heartfelt
13    42|    more disposed to weep than smile.~"So oft reminded, to maintain
14    43|      and neglected then) doth smile,~This yet rejoices to behold