Part,  Dialogue

 1   1,  1| Beloved, sweet, and honourable wound,~From fairest dart that
 2   1,  3|       the sacred arrow sweetly wound?~Why in this knot is my
 3   1,  3|        any coolness; more that wound than any wholeness; more
 4   1,  3|  breast dost cleave with noble wound,~And then dost take my heart
 5   2,  1|       sweet enemy~Cease not to wound my heart.~Rare moment was
 6   2,  1|        pilgrim, never cease to wound, soliciting the affections
 7   2,  1|    what part does this seek to wound?~MAR. Read the sonnet which
 8   2,  1|       this my heart of but one wound is made?~So that there lies
 9   2,  1|      which have wounded and do wound the heart, signify the innumerable
10   2,  1|   distract it, but is one sole wound, in the which the whole
11   2,  4|      fire, strong nerve,~Sharp wound, impious ardour, cruel body,~
12   2,  4|      places,~The feeling of my wound, my fire, my noose.~Men,
13   2,  5|       magic herbs,~Heal up the wound imprinted on our hearts.~