Canto

1     2| the thrust and parry:~Deep masters of the desperate game they
2    22|  Who after their astounded masters run,~Scared by the sound;
3    30|    so many steeds~-- Their masters slain -- he presses for
4    31| Saplings rough-hewn, those masters of the just,~Upon the perilous
5    33|   on wood.~But never, amid masters old or new,~Have ye of pictures
6    43| consort blew:~So mates and masters every will in me~The knowledge
7    43|   hire engaged the primest masters.~Next Flordelice, arriving