Book, Chapter

1 Pref    |       Who eftsoone turn’d to pristine shape~his lot unlucky told.~
2    3, 16|   Owle, I shall return to my pristine shape, and become Lucius
3    5, 24|    to thinke of mine old and pristine estate, and what felicity
4    9, 47|    Asse, and render to me my pristine estate, and if I have offended
5    9, 48| relation unto them of all my pristine miserie, and present joyes,
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