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 1     I|      in council quickly sit;~Comfort the feeble, and confirm
 2    II|     no grace could win;~Joy, comfort, hope, the virgin all forsook;~
 3    IV|      her right.~His words of comfort, fear to exile drive,~The
 4    IV|     gentle thought,~Ready to comfort each distressed wight,~The
 5     V|  death, and neither help nor comfort near,~Yet for the soldiers
 6    VI|    doubtful end~Her joy, her comfort, hope and life depend.~ ~
 7    VI|       Suppose what joy, what comfort shalt thou win,~When thy
 8    VI|  That my content, my joy, my comfort were."~ ~ CVI~Thus parleyed
 9    VI|       where late she wend~To comfort her weak limbs in cooling
10   VII|   day, she drived,~Withouten comfort, company, or guide,~Her
11  VIII|      XXX~" `Us messengers to comfort thee elect~That Lord hath
12    IX| which had him hit before.~Oh comfort vain for grief of so great
13   XII|    must live, lest death his comfort prove:~ ~ LXXVII~"Still
14   XII|     tears he shed;~A beam of comfort his dim eyes outcast,~Like
15   XII|    he feared,~These words of comfort to his heart down went,~
16   XII|  sigh,~And with new joy, new comfort left her knight.~ ~ XCIV~
17  XIII|  casts.~ ~ LVII~Nor yet more comfort brought the gloomy night,~
18   XVI|    such rest,~Such joy, such comfort, as thou leavest me here:~
19   XVI| envied~Ease to thy grief, or comfort to thy woe;~Ah, open then
20 XVIII|      withered~With the sweet comfort of the morning beam,~And
21 XVIII|     thy ways?~Com'st thou to comfort me for sorrows past?~To
22   XIX|   and tender ruth go see~And comfort those which hurt and wounded
23   XIX|   dead, for whom I lived, my comfort lies,~Where war for peace,
24   XIX|   this frail body fleet,~Ah, comfort me with one dear kiss or
25    XX|     when the Pagan's joy and comfort fled,~It seemed the sun
26    XX| placed in these thy good and comfort be?~But since all hope is