Book, Chapter

1    2, 11|  thy fellowes, lest thou feele my fingers. Why wilt thou
2    3, 15|  this I know and plainly feele, That whereas I have always
3    4, 22|  unto her (for she might feele his eyes, his hands, and
4    5, 31| at my harmes, thou shalt feele the smart of thy homicide
5    6, 32| his pretious body, I yet feele Lepolemus alive in my heart:
6    9, 47|  goddes, then thou shalt feele the fruit of thy liberty: