Part,  Dialogue

1   1,  3|    itself of the rust of human cares, it becomes a gold tried
2   1,  3|     and good.~Wearied, my soul cares nought~That I opposing counsels
3   1,  4|       tightened bonds of those cares in which I find myself,
4   1,  5|        in vain,~Soliciting new cares and divers trials.~Here
5   1,  5| thoughts, stricken with urgent cares, kindled with fervent desires,
6   2,  1|     sun, calls to mind his own cares, and laments that like the
7   2,  1|        borne down with anxious cares~Prevaileth not against the