Book, Chapter

1       1, VI   |      the consolation of woman’s milk, neither my mother nor my
2       1, VII  | innocence, when the fountain of milk is flowing fresh and abundant,
3       3, IV   | treasured even with my mother’s milk. And whatsoever was lacking
4       4, I    |          but one suckled on thy milk and feeding on thee, O Food
5       6, XVIII|        all things, might become milk for our infancy. And, as
6       8, III  |      that mountain flowing with milk, that fruitful mountain -
7      12, XVIII|        Christ, and a drinker of milk, until he is strong enough
8      12, XXII |         would have to feed with milk and nurse as children -