Book, Chapter

 1        4, XXXVIII|     said, and laughter fill'd his secret soul.~He bade
 2        4, XXXVIII|   maid~Rose from the temper'd earth, by Jove's behest,~
 3        4, XXXVIII|    zone and vest~Were clasp'd and folded by Minerva's
 4        4, XXXVIII|   and persuasion bland~Deck'd her round limbs with chains
 5        4, XXXVIII| Minerva's curious care~Form'd to her shape, and fitted
 6        4, XXXVIII|  Since all the gods conferr'd their gifts, to charm,~For
 7        4, XXXVIII|    Nor fled abroad; so will'd cloud-gatherer Jove:~The
 8        4, XXXVIII|  The woman's hand had dropp'd the lid above."~Now, to
 9        6, XLII   | forgot, when, bound and fix'd on high,~From the vast concave
10        6, XLII   |    the Olympian hall,~Stunn'd in the whirl, and breathless