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1     I|      of a nature frail,~ It ill accords that thus they could
2   III|   Enter so far, nor a sharp ill seep through,~ But all things
3   III|      Without their bane and ill. And thence mayst see~ That,
4   III| before~ We felt no touch of ill, when all sides round~ To
5   III|    why so great the heap of ill on heart,~ O not in this
6     V|  time~ Hath chanced upon no ill, through goodly years.~
7    VI|   thunderstroke portends of ill~ From out high heaven. But
8    VI|     I~ Of this same sort am ill prepared to name~ Ensamples