Canto

1     8|   old and honoured ensign he foregoes,~His ancient bearing, quartered
2    22|    font,~What time the sheep foregoes his grassy meat,~Penned
3    22|   his arms and dame her gown foregoes.~No better cavaliers lay
4    24|  gains, nor the other ground foregoes;~But, as if girded in by
5    33|    sad damsel meat and sleep foregoes,~Nor finds a resting place;
6    36|      no longer needful, each foregoes;~And either now new means
7    40| often sighs in vain,~Whoe'er foregoes the sceptre which he swayed,~
8    40|      when the Dane his guard foregoes,~Save on the faulchion's
9    45|    if he forego~The lady, he foregoes his life no less.~His heart