Canto

1     7|         Bradamant from her finger slipt the ring,~Nor this alone
2    10|          Mischance should follow, slipt the ring, which brought~
3    11| accustomed to career.~But, having slipt his bit, the winged horse~
4    18|            She from her shoulders slipt the ponderous load,~And
5    22|        smooth) the hissing weapon slipt, and wrought~Other effect
6    23|          other courser's forehead slipt~His wary hand, and thence
7    26|      denied,~On the moist surface slipt, and in such sort,~That
8    29|         while 'twixt her lips she slipt~The virtuous ring, and hid
9    29|            But she, with shoulder slipt, lay foully shent.~Long