Part,  Dialogue

1   1,  1|         pain: to this world new and rare.~Eyes! ye are the bow and
2   1,  4|            ordinary man, he becomes rare and heroic, his habits and
3   1,  4|        bringing, bring,~Where those rare beauties I shall counting,
4   1,  4|          may behold and count those rare beauties? When shall it
5   1,  5| contemplation of the beauty of that rare splendour, under which,
6   2,  1|        Cease not to wound my heart.~Rare moment was that; the end
7   2,  1|          and perfection of victory; rare were those two species which
8   2,  2|          their hands full of flies. Rare, I say, are the Actæons
9   2,  5|            behold~Graces unique and rare,~May hold in high disdain