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 1    II|     Have cause to joy, or to complain too much.~ ~ LXXXVII~"Think
 2   III|      loss, whom bootless you complain.~Those walls are weak, they
 3    IV|    in foolish love, let some complain~On Godfrey's rule, and mutinies
 4    IV|    attends, what boots it to complain?~Men's froward hearts are
 5   VII|   gan my loss of lusty years complain,~And wished I had enjoyed
 6    IX|      their pains;~Where some complain, where some their teeth
 7  XIII|    and smart,~His lady weep, complain, mourn, and lament,~Nor
 8  XIII| thirst they mourned and most complain;~For Juda's tyrant had strong
 9 XVIII|  secret faults, mourn, weep, complain and pray."~ ~ IX~This said,
10   XIX|      tear her tresses loose, complain and fly,~And there the spoiler
11   XIX|     Cure him first, and then complain,~Medicine is life's chief