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 1 Pref    | schoolmaster, I attained to the full perfection of the Latine
 2    2, 10|      the cups were filled halfe full with water, to temper and
 3    2, 11|       Fotis let me in. And then full weary with the slaughter
 4    4, 19|       with many turning bottoms full of sharp stones, whereby
 5    4, 21|      greedy that three panniers full would scantly serve me,
 6    4, 22|          Salita with her bosome full of fish, Palemon the driver
 7    4, 22|       sorrowes and griefes, but full of yre and forced with Envy,
 8    4, 22|        there is a great serpent full of deadly poyson, with a
 9    4, 22|        love of procreation, but full of envy, discord, and debate.
10    4, 23|    great staffe (that they had) full of knobs: then I returning
11    5, 27|       beating me with a cudgill full of knots) would wring bread
12    5, 27|      branne, nothing cleane but full of stones. Being in this
13    5, 28|       for I espyed a great hole full of raine water that fell
14    5, 29|     which grieved mee (God wot) full sore that said nothing.
15    6, 33|   passed over a great mountaine full of trees, and were come
16    6, 36|     filled my racke and maunger full of meat, and spake merrily
17    9, 47|          as when shee is at the full, and seeming as though she
18    9, 47|         dye then live, for I am full weary of my life. When I
19    9, 48|     unto me, presenting his lap full of treasure, and when I