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 1     I|        of mind~ Withdrawn from cares; lest these my gifts, arranged~
 2    II|        truth man's dread, with cares at heels,~ Dreads not these
 3   III|      that this fear is font of cares,~ This fear the plague upon
 4   III|     motions of joy and phantom cares of heart.~ Now, for to see
 5   III|      pain,~ So mind its bitter cares, the grief, the fear;~ Wherefore
 6   III|     dread, and wearies it with cares;~ And even when evil acts
 7   III| jostled along by many crowding cares,~ And wanderest reeling
 8    IV|      And frees the breast from cares of mind, I'll tell~ In verses
 9     V|    then how great and keen the cares of lust~ That split the
10     V|     That cark men's lives with cares and weary with war.~ Wherefore,
11     V|     Forever and wastes in idle cares his years -~ Because, of