Book, Chapter

1    2, 10|  within my breast, I bent my bow very strong, and now feare, (
2    4, 22|     At the beds feet lay his bow, quiver, and arrowes, that
3    4, 22| these wings, this fire, this bow, and these Arrowes, and
4    4, 22|      thy arrowes, unbend thy bow, quench thy fire, and which
5    4, 23|     old woman hanging upon a bow of a Cipresse tree; then
6    5, 30|     againe, and tied me to a bow of a great Oke, and in the
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