Book, Chapter

1     1, 7-11 |      it that I hung upon the breast and cried? for should I
2     2, 3-6  |   things. But in my mother's breast Thou hadst already begun
3     4, 15-23|     of tongues blow from the breast of the opinionative, so
4     6, 2-2  |    Churches of the martyrs a breast filled with more purified
5     6, 1    |    holy oracle of Thine, his breast, unless the thing might
6     6, 16-26|       never departed from my breast. And in my disputes with
7     8, 2-4  |     convey Thyself into that breast? He used to read (as Simplicianus
8     8, 8-19 | Thither had the tumult of my breast hurried me, where no man