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 1     I|       bore,~Old scars of grievous wounds received of yore.~ ~ LIV~
 2    II|        that hurts, our sword that wounds our foes.~ ~ LXXXV~"Our
 3   III|       Cassanoe's state;~Alas what wounds he gives! how fierce, how
 4    IV|        pain:~Achilles' lance that wounds and heals again.~ ~ XCIII~
 5     V|          no defence the prince of wounds acquits,~Where least he
 6    VI|           what avails to hurt, if wounds augment~Our foe's fierce
 7    VI|         fittest be:~And for their wounds of rest and cure had need,~
 8    VI| acquainted;~She saw her lord with wounds and hurts tormented,~How
 9    VI|           his blood from his deep wounds distil,~Nor what he suffered
10    VI|           no, stay here Argantes' wounds to cure,~And make him strong
11    VI|         hath raised,~So shall his wounds be cured, her torments eased.~ ~
12   VII|           Pagan's onset vain,~And wounds his hand, which he outstretched
13  VIII|         had not care nor ruth,~No wounds I shunned, no blows I would
14  VIII|         another torment tries,~My wounds began to smart, my hurts
15  VIII|           I could,~His shape, his wounds, his face, though dead,
16  VIII|              XXXIV~"Whilst on his wounds with bootless tears I wept,~
17  VIII|         And glory in those bloody wounds and blows.~ ~ XLV~"But thou
18  VIII|           Pale, sad and wan, with wounds and blood defiled,~A spectacle
19    IX|           dare no battle try,~Who wounds before dare neither give
20    IX|           fought, that from their wounds downpour~The streams of
21     X|           Nor though his smarting wounds torment him oft,~His body
22     X|        light, and as he could his wounds upbound,~And shook ripe
23     X|           hard lodging yield,~His wounds so smarted that he slept
24     X|         the air~His late received wounds to worse disposes,~A quintessence
25   XII|       knights attend.~ ~ II~Their wounds were dressed, part of the
26   XII|            and each enchased~Deep wounds in the soft flesh of his
27   XII|   out-streaming blood,~And gaping wounds, and waxed proud with the
28   XII|           In paleness, stillness, wounds and streams of blood.~ ~
29   XII|           His hair, his face, his wounds, a purple flood~Did from
30   XII|   discreet~In surgery to cure his wounds were sought,~Meanwhile of
31 XVIII|          lances stayed not in the wounds they make,~But through the
32   XIX|        along~It glanced, and many wounds at once it made:~Yet Tancred
33   XIX|    triumph can!~ ~ XXV~His gaping wounds the fall set open wide,~
34   XIX|         be;~ ~ LII~"Go cure their wounds which boldly ventured~Their
35   XIX|           and did close upfold~My wounds within my bosom, death was
36   XIX|         thee still, behold;~Death wounds, but kills not love; yet
37   XIX|          wide~She had to bind his wounds, in so great need,~But love
38    XX|     people slain~Who tells? their wounds and deaths who can explain?~ ~
39    XX|           their bold breasts deep wounds and hurts to bear,~But fled
40    XX|        both ire and strife,~Their wounds, their hurts, forgot both
41    XX|          armor broke, limbs weak, wounds deep and sore,~And all her
42    XX|           Since hurts ease hurts, wounds must cure wounds in thee;~
43    XX|           hurts, wounds must cure wounds in thee;~Then with thine