Book,  Chapter

1     I,  13|         his advice as to what is fair and seemly, he would have
2     I,  30|             Rise up, my love, my fair one, and come away, for
3     I,  30|               Arise, my love, my fair one, and come away. O my
4     I,  30|        to my bride, thou art all fair, my love, and there is no
5     I,  30|         of unhallowed love. “How fair are thy breasts with wine,”
6     I,  47| conditions—that the wife must be fair, of good character, and
7     I,  47|       she chooses. If a woman be fair, she soon finds lovers;
8    II,  6 |  mountains and sleep out rain or fair. But our religion does not
9    II,  15|          lions in their den. How fair a thing is that which propitiates