Book, Chapter
1    3, 12| from sleep, my heart burned sore with remembrance of the
2    5, 28|  skinne and made of my wide sore a great hole or trench,
3    5, 29|  grieved mee (God wot) full sore that said nothing. Then
4    9, 47|    which troubled my spirit sore) darke and obscure, covered
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