Book, Chapter

1       6, XII|        sweetness, I dragged my chain along, fearing to be loosed
2       6, XII|     that would have loosed the chain only hurt my wound. Moreover,
3       6, XII| punishment. For he who wore no chain was amazed at my slavery,
4       7, V  |        I was bound by the iron chain of my own will. The enemy
5       7, V  |     will, and had made of it a chain, and had bound me tight
6       7, V  |    which is why I called it “a chain” - a hard bondage held me
7       7, VI |      didst deliver me from the chain of sexual desire by which
8       7, XI |     rolling and writhing in my chain till it should be utterly