Canto

1    21|        ceaseless grief he fed,~He sickened and betook himself to bed.~ ~
2    34| entreating mercy long in vain,~He sickened sore and sank beneath the
3    36|         fine thy will to guide,~I sickened sore, and of my sorrow died.~ ~
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