Canto

1    17|  temples smote a stroke so shear,~It seemed that it descended
2    29| luck than wit, one woodman shear~From that tall cliff, twice
3    36|    upon his head descended shear,~Whereat designed to strike
4    44| Sardinia at one flight and shear,~Corsica from Sardinia;
5    46|   I my vital thread should shear:~Nor would I by thy death