Book, Chapter

 1     1, 7-12 |           fairness makest all things fair; and orderest all things
 2     2, 6-12 |           that thus I speak to thee? Fair were the pears we stole,
 3     2, 6-12 |     sovereign good and my true good. Fair were those pears, but not
 4     4, 13-20|           heart, and I wrote "on the fair and fit," I think, two or
 5     4, 15-23|           been wounded. And yet the "fair and fit," whereon I wrote
 6     4, 16-24|        through corporeal forms; and "fair," I defined and distinguished
 7     4, 16-27|           melody, meditating on the "fair and fit," and longing to
 8     4, 17-29|           but a body is not great or fair in that it is a body, seeing
 9     4, 17-29|         though it were less great or fair, it should notwithstanding
10     5, 2-2  |            the universe with them is fair, though they are foul. And
11     5, 8-15 |             not leave, till he had a fair wind to sail. And I lied
12     6, 6-10 | disembowelled with cares: but he, by fair wishes, had gotten wine;
13    10, 6-8  |            beauty of bodies, nor the fair harmony of time, nor the
14    10, 27-38|      deformed I, plunging amid those fair forms which Thou hadst made.
15    10, 34-51|           from heaven. The eyes love fair and varied forms, and bright
16    13, 20-28|             20.28 Now are all things fair that Thou hast made; but