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 1     I|        soil is gentle, smooth, soft, delicate;~Boldly they charge,
 2   III|    where he lived again.~ ~ VI~Soft words, low speech, deep
 3   III|       their friendly arms they soft impose~The noble burden
 4    IV|      Sweet, smooth and supple, soft and gently swelling,~Between
 5    IV|   heart which beauty makes not soft.~ ~ LXXVIII~But jolly Eustace,
 6     V|        sweet words and praises soft~To his due honor did him
 7    VI|       shalt thou win,~When thy soft hand doth wholesome plaisters
 8    VI|       tender, feeble, weak and soft.~ ~ LXXXVII~"Love, strong,
 9   VII|       Spread forth his tender, soft, and nimble wings,~In his
10   VII|     trees burgeon the blossoms soft~Pricked forward with the
11    IX|    clad their members, tender, soft and young.~ ~ XXVIII~The
12    IX|    bell.~His marble heart such soft impression tries,~That midst
13     X|       what he will."~A whisper soft arose when this was said,~
14    XI|       mud the ditches were not soft,~But dry and sandy, void
15   XII|    enchased~Deep wounds in the soft flesh of his strong foe,~
16  XIII|    waters, plain, like velvet, soft,~Wherein a cypress clad
17  XIII|      shows of tender love made soft,~A spirit false did with
18   XIV|        Now from the fresh, the soft and tender bed~Of her still
19   XIV|  wizard old,~Although unfrozen soft and swift it was,~And thither
20   XIV|      joined meet,~She framed a soft but surely holding chain,~
21   XIV|     garments light,~And wanton soft attire, and view his case,~
22    XV|      feathers so, that tender, soft, and plain,~About the dove'
23    XV|     the nymphs on moss and ivy soft;~No anchor there needs hold
24    XV|         sweet, easy, fresh and soft.~ ~ LVII~"See here the stream
25    XV|      spreading wide,~The ivory soft and white mantled in gold:~
26   XVI|    while they sung, it rumbled soft and low;~Thus were it hap
27   XVI|        looks she hung, and her soft breast~The pillow was, where
28   XVI|        This breast, this bosom soft shall be thy bield~Gainst
29  XVII|     trumpet's threat,~But from soft ease to try the toil of
30   XIX|      creeping through my bosom soft became~A wound, a sickness,
31   XIX| Commands you silence, rest and soft repose,~You shall be sound,
32    XX|     obeys my rule, mild, easy, soft,~I know each sword, each