Book, Chapter

1    4, 22|    all her beauty received no fruit of honor. She was wondred
2    4, 22| childe in my belly, grant the fruit of my desire, refresh your
3    7, 42| feedest us every day with thy fruit, thou seemest as though
4    9, 47|    name a new ship as a first fruit of my Navigation. I command
5    9, 47|     then thou shalt feele the fruit of thy liberty: After that
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