Canto

1     2|     not let his master mount, afraid~That he might make him take
2    16|      Moreover, let not any be afraid,~Our broken foemen will
3    17|      of the cruel orc no more afraid,~He climbed a bark on Satalia'
4    25|      displease you were I not afraid,~You with a wonder would
5    30|      to move from Africk been afraid,~Nor would have trusted
6    43|    finally returned; but sore afraid~Through what the astrologer
7    44| Rogero, bearing this and sore afraid~That he shall lose his bride;