Canto

1    14|  Since Agramant the crown and staff of gold,~Once Pinador's,
2    23|      chain,~He, with a single staff of oak, had ta'en.~ ~ LXXII~
3    23|       sit,~Returning with the staff's unbroken end.~The warriors,
4    30|       wrathful cheer.~A solid staff and knotted, for his need,~
5    33| prophecy,~And heedless of the staff, his wonted stay,~Through
6    39|      in)~How grievous is that staff's descending blow;~And but
7    43|   village swain,~Who with his staff the reptile would have slain.~ ~