Book, Chapter

1    2,  8|  Enchantresse living, who by breathing out certain words and charmes
2    2, 11|       I knocked sweating and breathing at the doore til Fotis let
3    4, 22|  pestilent and wicked furies breathing out their Serpentine poyson,
4    9, 47| palme. Thus the divine shape breathing out the pleasant spice of
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