Canto

1     1|    wounded arm or foot which bled;~But for mere shame, and
2    10|    she beneath the steel had bled;~Or, haply, like the gorgeous
3    14| routed by your single valour bled,~Of all who flocked to fat
4    17|      goring spur his courser bled.~Hence this good cavalier
5    18|      sleep, the cruel paynim bled~Our host, and made wide