Canto

1     7|       from her, did many a day deplore;~Whom by unwonted ways,
2     8|       is worse, my honour lost deplore;~For if I sinned not in
3    10|      bathed in ceaseless tears deplore:~And, as cold water, on
4    18|       unhonoured on the field, deplore.~ ~ CLXVIII~Then, turning
5    33|   their wreck and labours lost deplore,~Whose fame will flourish
6    36|        this armour, and I will deplore~Your deed, Rogero, and deplore
7    36| deplore~Your deed, Rogero, and deplore even now,~That you should
8    43|      going doth his woful wife deplore.~O heaven, what tears, what