Canto

 1     3|      And her full troops his scanty numbers press,~There she (
 2     6|      the chimney rent,~Where scanty pith ill fills the narrow
 3     6|     foe no rest,~Till of her scanty remnant dispossest.~ ~ XLVI~"
 4     9|  scorn me, having drained my scanty store:~And now the term
 5    20|   what thou askest, though a scanty grace,~Were difficult to
 6    24|      Within weak works, with scanty troops to aid,~Were close
 7    29| rolled fast by.~Long, but so scanty is that bridge, with pain~
 8    29|      they, marking well what scanty store~Of brain in poor Orlando'
 9    31|    For all to narrow was the scanty plank.~Hence both fall headlong,
10    34|     orphan's and the widow's scanty food --~Feed for a single
11    45|      Apollo thrown:~He has a scanty mess of mouldy bread;~And
12    46|      with lifted blade;~With scanty and tumultuous levy gone~