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 1     I|    So woe-begone was he with pains of love:~Boemond the conquered
 2     I|       and skill~Had they all pains and travels to have borne,~
 3   III|       Forgetting quite their pains and perils past.~ ~ V~To
 4    VI|  your workmen taking endless pains~To make new weapons for
 5   VII|   bush and brier,~No art nor pains can rouse out of his place:~
 6   VII|  last, with travel great and pains, got he,~And following on
 7    IX|       and double still their pains;~Where some complain, where
 8    XI| prest:~To-morrow is a day of pains and war,~This of repose,
 9   XII|     Her knees grow weak, the pains of death she feels,~And
10   XII|   this flood-gate rove,~Your pains have end, my torments never
11   XIV|  undertake,~I will refuse no pains by sea or land,~To give
12   XIV|     and said:~ ~ XXXV~"Great pains, great travel, lords, you
13  XVII|      the good, the evil with pains torment,~Shall dangers all
14 XVIII|   men it was,~Yet with small pains it ran, as it had flown:~
15 XVIII|   mongst the common sort his pains he spent;~Renown so got
16   XIX|  sought relief,~Since now my pains and plaints I utter bold,~
17   XIX| blood she spied~His greatest pains and anguish most proceed,~
18    XX|  another cries, he sighs for pains.~ ~ LII~The arms that late