Part, Chapter

1    1, 5 |          like a pitcher with full belly but dry lip;~How canst thou
2    2, 3 |            He found repose in the belly of the fish.~When John the
3    3, 3 | luxuriously he had dined. But his belly was vexed at this, because
4    3, 3 |     dinner by his friends. So the belly cried to God, and a cat
5    3, 13|       teeth are caused by heat of belly.~'Tis Primal Soul that dominates
6    3, 17|           it may make my hand and belly dropsical, ~My love for
7    3, 17|       when they asked me about my belly, ~'Would that the ocean
8    3, 17|           Though the bottle of my belly were burst with water, ~
9    3, 17|         My hand is a tabor and my belly a drum, ~Like the rose I