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 1     I|       he wished, now he longed sore~To end that war, whereof
 2     I|       hurt, the other felt the sore,~She lost her blood, he
 3    II|        loss he gan descry,~Who sore enraged killed him for his
 4   III|        fall his leg opprest so sore,~That for a space there
 5   III|  juniper, whose shadow hurteth sore,~Proud cedar, oak, the king
 6    IV|     recompenses;~He breeds the sore, and cures us of the pain:~
 7    VI|      valor would he salve that sore.~ ~ XXXVII~Forward he galloped
 8    VI|     gave him eke a wound deep, sore and wide;~That done, himself
 9    VI|         Her heart with panting sore; eyes, red with weeping.~ ~
10    VI|      charms for every wound or sore~Corruption breedeth or misfortune
11    VI|     the watch they meet, which sore affrays~Their soldiers new,
12    VI|     much boldness she repented sore;~But now the gate her fear
13    VI|     mistress comes to care his sore,~If he to grant her peace
14   VII|       arise.~ ~ XXVI~He sighed sore, and guiltless heaven gan
15  VIII|      fire.~ ~ VII~"He thirsted sore to learn this warlike art~
16  VIII|        since can I explain,~So sore amazed was my heart and
17  VIII|       hurts to ache;~For every sore each member pinched was~
18  VIII| carcass I disarmed and weeping sore,~Because I guessed who should
19  VIII|        he had no more to tell,~Sore sighed the duke, so did
20    IX|        fair town, with battery sore assays;~And if awhile we
21    IX|      soldiers made this battle sore;~For that they forayed all
22    IX|    cruel blows they drove?~How sore their combat was? how fierce,
23    IX|  senseless earth that feels no sore!~But mighty Godfrey 'gainst
24     X|         still, and quiet make,~Sore watched and weary, he began
25    XI|     yet with the fall~On earth sore bruised the man lay in a
26  XIII|      grieve us in this town so sore,~We have sweet shade and
27  XIII|   Argantes bold, that hates so sore~All cause of quiet peace,
28  XIII|      alone to ease his burning sore,~Herein doth dive and wash,
29 XVIII|        him the place assaulted sore,~And ladders long against
30   XIX|       she fetched a sigh, sad, sore and deep,~And from her lips
31    XX|        so strong, so great, so sore,~That out of sense and feeling,
32    XX|        hit him on the flank so sore,~That neither art nor herb
33    XX|    limbs weak, wounds deep and sore,~And all her guard dead,