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1    IV|    Shed brinish tears, sob, sigh, entreat and pray,~Wring
2    VI|    every thought a scalding sigh did raise.~ ~ LXIII~From
3  VIII| many a stroke~They see, and sigh to see it, frushed and broke.~ ~
4   XII|     herself she closed from sigh,~And with new joy, new comfort
5   XVI|     my plaints, and all~One sigh strain from thy breast,
6   XIX|     freedom even and morn~I sigh for sorrow, mourn and weep
7   XIX|     With that she fetched a sigh, sad, sore and deep,~And
8   XIX|     And with her sighs, one sigh from him upflies.~ ~ CX~
9    XX|     he fetched no groan nor sigh,~Bold were his motions last,