Canto

 1     1|      Anglante's lord the prize forbore,~Nor seized the fair occasion
 2     4|     the ring, but further hint forbore;~Lest dearly he the avowed
 3    10|       who weened if he his way forbore~For anything, each lett
 4    11|       prayers his purposed end forbore:~Love, that in quest of
 5    13|        his greedy passion; but forbore~Till he of one could rid
 6    13|  Quickly her every fair design forbore.~She weens Melissa bears
 7    14| looking at the king, sometimes forbore~To fix upon his face her
 8    16|     more false than fair,~Only forbore with just reproach to pay;~
 9    17|        majesty~And presence, I forbore by hand to rear,~Not for
10    20|       days her headlong flight forbore:~These from the bridge in
11    28|        fear, he further speech forbore,~But changed not therefore
12    36|      Not only gentle Bradamant forbore~To harm the knights whom,
13    37|      her, that they their arms forbore;~Worse, touching her defence;
14    46|       vantage, nor from strife forbore;~And, where he saw the blood