Book, Chapter

1       1, VI   |     such another age which I spent in my mother’s womb? For
2       2, II   | tides of my youth might have spent themselves upon the shore
3       7, VII  |      for it as you have, nor spent ten years and more in thinking
4      10, XXIX |   away.~But now my years are spent in mourning.452 And thou,
5      12, XVIII|    because “the night is far spent and the day is at hand”589;