Book, Chapter

 1    4, 22|    bond of love, by the sweet wounds of thy piercing darts, by
 2    4, 23|  lucke, for we have had great wounds since, and losse of our
 3    6, 32|    with a paricide, for those wounds (the bloud whereof thy teares
 4    6, 32|       wash away) were not the wounds of the teeth of the Boare,
 5    6, 34|   certaine wood to cure their wounds.~When we had gone a good
 6    6, 34|  certaine space to cure their wounds and sores; then they sate
 7    6, 34|     River: some stopped their wounds with Spunges and cloutes,
 8    6, 34|    season, after we cured our wounds, we tooke up our packs,
 9    6, 36| greatly to feare, to see such wounds and effusion of bloud, least
10    7, 43|   scarce goe by reason of his wounds: howbeit at length by little