Book, Chapter

1     1, 7-11 |       pure from sin, not even the infant whose life is but a day
2     1, 7-11 |          me? doth not each little infant, in whom I see what of myself
3     1, 7-11 |        hurt? The weakness then of infant limbs, not its will, is
4     1, 8-13 |        was no longer a speechless infant, but a speaking boy. This
5     1, 14-23| punishments. Time was also (as an infant) I knew no Latin; but this
6     4, 1-1  |          even at the best, but an infant sucking the milk Thou givest,
7     6, 4-5  |        had been put upon me as an infant), had no taste for infantine
8     7, 18-24|        might provide milk for our infant state. For I did not hold
9     9, 1-1  |          the itch of lust. And my infant tongue spake freely to Thee,