Canto

 1    16|     suit disdain;~Though Love deprive him of all praised pay,~
 2    18|    thou him of horse and arms deprive?"~ ~ LXXX~When Origille
 3    20| stouter hand, and him of life deprive.~ ~ LX~"They for two thousand
 4    20|    her would thee in any wise~Deprive; God rest thee merry with
 5    22|     and of his horse and arms deprive~Whatever cavalier should
 6    23|    one so rude or mad,~Who to deprive her of the steed were fain,~
 7    32|     my valour's meed~Ye would deprive me, though in beauteous
 8    44|      vain,~Would sire and son deprive of life and reign.~ ~ LXXVII~
 9    45|       my sun doth of his rays deprive,~Against me felon Fear uplifts
10    45|       of her, I for his good, deprive,~Dead will she rightly hate
11    45|       in listed fight of life deprive;~And he, that sends the
12    46|      myself of worthless life deprive;~For better I without a