Canto

1     3| concealed by it, the caitiff slips~If once he place the ring
2     4|      door, and one to window slips,~With eyes upturned and
3    11|     And rolls and rises, yet slips not the snare;~So from his
4    19|    The warriors, in a moment slips and flies.~Cloridan who
5    42|   moment 'mid their converse slips,~But what a burning sigh