Canto

 1    14| well as trenchant blade.~ ~ CXIX~Nor Rodomont to Nimrod yields
 2    17|   and costly supper set.~ ~ CXIX~With the high tower the
 3    18|    warrior on the field.~ ~ CXIX~From lofty saddle Sansonnet
 4    20|     wrath was past away.~ ~ CXIX~Zerbino laughed parforce,
 5    23|       gan tell the peer.~ ~ CXIX~How at Angelica's persuasive
 6    26|    stroke upon his head.~ ~ CXIX~Rodomont o'er the plain
 7    27|    that you a woman are.~ ~ CXIX~"I think that nature and
 8    33|   victual from his hand.~ ~ CXIX~Forthwith a solemn banquet
 9    37|    his torture to allow.~ ~ CXIX~Beside a church, the martial
10    43|   employs his every art.~ ~ CXIX~"He in wide circles doth
11    46|     armour is most thin.~ ~ CXIX~Rodomont had not that hard