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1    II| yieldeth naught but tares,~With thorns this vineyard all is over-gone,~
2    IV|     rugged mountains briars and thorns resemble,~His yawning mouth,
3   VII|      old he came,~Where bushes, thorns and trees so thick were
4  VIII|         holts and hags,~Through thorns and bushes scant my legs
5     X|         in thereat to gone,~The thorns aside and scratching brambles
6   XIX|    beside~Returns, and there on thorns awhile she sits,~Of her