Canto

 1    14|     XLII~"Thou needs art raving mad," replied in few~The chief, --
 2    17|         long support.~Rodomont, mad with pride, had, in his
 3    23|         met with one so rude or mad,~Who to deprive her of the
 4    24|         defend,~Has feigned him mad, and cast the sword away;~
 5    25| fruitless pain,~The strange and mad desire; but speaks in vain.~ ~
 6    27|  throughout their chivalry,~Are mad with spite and hatred; jars
 7    27|         were rife.~ ~ C~At this mad Discord laughed, no more
 8    29|       provide;~And follow we in mad Orlando's rear;~Whose rage
 9    34|         Hence God hath made him mad, and, in this vein,~Belly,
10    37|      the domain~Had graved that mad and cruel law; the pair,~
11    39|         Before the club of that mad, naked wight,~Who with the
12    42|       have had the fair;~And -- mad and obstinate -- had, when