Canto

 1     1|         daring promise to fulfil.~ ~ III~Good seed of Hercules, give
 2     2|           before that hated lord.~ ~ III~He to the Pagan cries: "
 3     3|              turn about the pole.~ ~ III~But should I seek at full
 4     4|        enchantress truly painted?~ ~ III~She feigns as well with
 5     5|         senseless ire with blood?~ ~ III~Not simply a rank sinner,
 6     6| self-destruction blindly spurred.~ ~ III~And forfeited estate, and
 7     7|               the passage barred.~ ~ III~Of finest metal was her
 8     8|             the truth to explore!~ ~ III~Rogero, still dissembling,
 9     9|            of Afric and of Spain;~ ~ III~Rather uncamped: for, in
10    10|         should kind Olympia love.~ ~ III~Not only should he nevermore
11    11|           not set an equal store;~ ~ III~Warmed by whose youthful
12    12|              descended into hell.~ ~ III~Had Roland of Eleusis' deity~
13    13|             to Anglantes' knight.~ ~ III~"Though I am sure," she
14    14|             this field resembles.~ ~ III~When the Calesians and the
15    15|            and your foemen slain.~ ~ III~This was the Paynim little
16    16|            should waste and die."~ ~ III~Let him lament, who plays
17    17|              Hun a bleeding prey.~ ~ III~What shall I of fierce Attila,
18    18|           your sentence to delay.~ ~ III~Had Norandine been with
19    19|              lord, alive or dead.~ ~ III~The closest path, amid the
20    20|            hid their honours due.~ ~ III~To me it plainly seems,
21    21|              we pledge our troth.~ ~ III~And this maintains as it
22    22|            wicked sisters' shame.~ ~ III~For one I dare to censure
23    23|              wickedness are pure.~ ~ III~Pinnabel deemed he to an
24    24|            well deserves a chain.~ ~ III~One here may well reproach
25    25|            do good, if often ill.~ ~ III~'Twas now, suspending all
26    26|            for her sake achieved.~ ~ III~He, with those two of Clermont,
27    27|             Christian army scorn.~ ~ III~Had he some little prize
28    28|             can but be, your own.~ ~ III~Let him who will, three
29    29|           sex with slander stung.~ ~ III~But that in this the witless
30    30|           which he has done undo.~ ~ III~Well hope I, from your sovereign
31    31|            knew the pain of arms.~ ~ III~That which the heart aye
32    32|         Rinaldo or Gradasso hear.~ ~ III~But it behoves, ere more
33    33|          spirits, famed whilere;~ ~  III~The painters we have seen,
34    34|              future year be vext:~ ~ III~Till she her sons has shaken
35    35|             these fain would sip.~ ~ III~Astolpho wandered through
36    36|              your paternal shore;~ ~ III~All the inhuman deeds which
37    37|            reached by manly fame.~ ~ III~To furnish mutual aid is
38    38|              gold could ever buy.~ ~ III~Yet to preserve our honour
39    39|         least Montalban's knight.~ ~ III~To most of them that led
40    40|           and you to many showed.~ ~ III~I saw not, I, who was compelled
41    41|           its spring tide leaves.~ ~ III~The famous lineage, for
42    42|            had dragged and shent.~ ~ III~Unconquered Duke Alphonso,
43    43|             and their every hope.~ ~ III~Armies by him are broken
44    44|             the faithless throng.~ ~ III~Though little prone to friendship
45    45|            King Lewis in our own;~ ~ III~King Lewis, stepfather of
46    46|          course have safely run.~ ~  III~What beauteous dames and