Book, Chapter

1    1,  3| spirits into the aire, and to pull the gods out of the heavens,
2    4, 19|      the dore, and thought to pull back the bolt: but the covetous
3    4, 22|     you my eyes in yours? why pull you your hory haires? Why
4    4, 23|     the halter and thought to pull me home: but I not forgetting
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