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1   III|   these our senses. For if woe and ail~ Perchance are toward,
2   III| bewept thee with insatiate woe,~ Standing beside whilst
3    IV|    swells aflame,~ And the woe waxes heavier day by day -~
4     V|     in darkling realms and woe~ Our life were lying till
5     V|  enemies a goodly cause of woe,~ Even though thereby they
6    VI|  own dead:~ And weary with woe and weeping wandered home;~
7    VI|    disease~ Nor death, nor woe had not in those dread times~
8    VI|   worship of the gods: the woe at hand~ Did over-master.