Canto

 1     5|   causeless battle contend.~ ~ LXXXIV~"That, in pure gentleness,
 2     8|      bitter sorrow drowned.~ ~ LXXXIV~Not thinking that like images
 3     9|     life or liberty bereft.~ ~ LXXXIV~They would not wait to seek
 4    10|       s son, Zerbino, view.~ ~ LXXXIV~"The lion 'twixt two unicorns
 5    12|      reels the paynim lord.~ ~ LXXXIV~Astounded from his saddle
 6    14|         some on her breast.~ ~ LXXXIV~Examinations, summons, and
 7    15|    cannot retake the prize.~ ~ LXXXIV~That fool, who had not marked
 8    16|     their ghosts might say.~ ~ LXXXIV~The good Rinaldo, who to
 9    17|    whosoever past the road.~ ~ LXXXIV~Of this you more in other
10    18|      together, as you see."~ ~ LXXXIV~His cunning might have proved
11    19|      band Marphisa strowed.~ ~ LXXXIV~Many good spears were broken
12    20|     harboured in that hall.~ ~ LXXXIV~Hence to descend towards
13    22|      children to be feared.~ ~ LXXXIV~Rogero shocked the valiant
14    23|     maintain a cruel fight.~ ~ LXXXIV~The truncheons which the
15    24|    love, have I loved thee.~ ~ LXXXIV~"God haply will provide
16    25| Richardetto, maid and peer.~ ~ LXXXIV~He next bethinks him of
17    26|       by those deadly foes.~ ~ LXXXIV~So perfect are the champions'
18    27|    hand can make mine own."~ ~ LXXXIV~The king bade Sacripant
19    28|       untranslated by Rose)~ ~ LXXXIV~So reasoning, that just
20    30|        the mortal cruelty?"~ ~ LXXXIV~To her Rogero, in his absence,
21    31|   Charles' conquering host.~ ~ LXXXIV~Agramant to those lords'
22    32|     enamoured was the peer.~ ~ LXXXIV~"Her in this mansion, which
23    33|       sore bested, discern.~ ~ LXXXIV~They good Baiardo by a monster
24    34|   vessel was ORLANDO'S WIT.~ ~ LXXXIV~The names of those whose
25    36|      Rogero turns the rein.~ ~ LXXXIV~When a complaint is heard
26    37|    they are slain outright.~ ~ LXXXIV~"Those that an armed warrior'
27    38|   maintain perpetual peace;~ ~ LXXXIV~"And may your joint and
28    39|       into direr peril run.~ ~ LXXXIV~One headlong plunged, pursued
29    41|   rakes with headlong blow;~ ~ LXXXIV~And in face, bosom, and
30    42|   Linus and an Orpheus are.~ ~ LXXXIV~A statue no less jocund,
31    43|       not in faith to fail,~ ~ LXXXIV~"Nor beauty, to his wife
32    44| thousand faulchions pierce.~ ~ LXXXIV~The Bulgar host hath hitherto
33    45|       these friendly spend;~ ~ LXXXIV~"Nor see I recompense, which
34    46|        Constantine in Rome:~ ~ LXXXIV~That Constantine, whom thou