Book, Chapter

1    1,  3|   Antictons, to love her in most raging sort, such as are but trifles
2    4, 22| indignation, shaking her head in raging sort, reasoned with her
3    4, 22|      with mine owne hands, whose raging flames of his first youth,
4    6, 32|   pitifull tydings, as a mad and raging woman, ran up and down the
5    8, 44|      compelled to yeeld unto the raging flame of Cupid, and under