Canto

 1     8|   loose her vassals that in misery were,~Afforded all convenience
 2     8| fair flower be plucked, oh, misery! oh,~Despair! what more
 3     9| Long time I muse, and to my misery know,~'Tis only simulation
 4     9|   Enough for her, if by her misery bought,~Her spouse were
 5    11|     death alone can me from misery save,~Well shall I thank
 6    12|   which more than once from misery~Had rescued her, she 'twixt
 7    13|    Into the lowest depth of misery fall.~ ~ LXIII~"Viscontis'
 8    21|  this breeds the youth such misery,~As 'twould to have Disease
 9    28|  mere thought produced such misery,~It seemed from her was
10    43|   from felicity,~And was by misery evermore o'erlaid;~The husband