Then that I feele, and harbour in mine hart:
Who hath endur'd the whole, can beare each part.
If death it be, it is not the first wound,
That launched hath my brest with bleeding smart.
Begin, and end the bitter balefull stound;[°]
If lesse then that I feare,[°] more favour I have found.
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Then gan the Dwarfe the whole discourse declare,
The subtill traines of Archimago old;