Canto

1     5|        so his grief his season overthrew;~That he thought little,
2     9|    Twice broken, he our armies overthrew~With this device, my gentle
3    16|        with heaps of dead, and overthrew~The paynim numbers which
4    18|   These bold Rinaldo broke and overthrew;~Nor troops nor banners
5    36|       And yet again the damsel overthrew.~Yet Bradamant, though blest
6    39| touched by that gold lance she overthrew;~Doubling Marphisa's score;
7    40|        his lance, their keeper overthrew,~Then proved his wonted