Book, Chapter

 1    1,  2|      sigh from the bottom of his heart, and beating his face in
 2    1,  5|      great feare which was in my heart, untill it was about midnight,
 3    1,  5|       this is my deare and sweet heart, which both day and night
 4    1,  5|        into a cold sweat, and my heart trembled with feare, insomuch
 5    1,  5|         length brought forth the heart of my miserable companion
 6    1,  5|        of the wound, and that my heart was pulled out of my belly,
 7    2,  9|          Tush (quoth I) my sweet heart, I am contented for such
 8    2, 10|   impatiencie I sayd, O my sweet heart take pitty upon me and helpe
 9    2, 11|         heard him I tooke a good heart, and went unto the Crier
10    2, 11|          and I would with all my heart that you could find or devise
11    3, 12|        was awaked from sleep, my heart burned sore with remembrance
12    3, 15|       within the bottome of your heart, and never discover the
13    4, 21|          My daughter take a good heart unto you, and bee not afeared
14    4, 22| approched nigh and taking a bold heart entred into the house, and
15    4, 22|        and retaine you within my heart, as if you were myne owne
16    4, 22|       they had thus inflamed the heart of their sister fearing
17    4, 22|           yea verily in her owne heart, which doubtlesse she had
18    4, 22|           and desire with all my heart to aide thee, but if I should
19    4, 22|         Why do I not take a good heart, and offer my selfe with
20    4, 23|          from the bottome of her heart, lifted up her eyes to the
21    5, 24|          good space, and won the heart of Miloes Maid, by fained
22    5, 25|      deliberation, which made my heart (God wot) and spirit greatly
23    6, 32|         of Lepolemus, but in his heart he was well pleased and
24    6, 32|      other intent but to win the heart of the woman, and to nourish
25    6, 32|     unspeakeable deceipts of his heart. But Charites detested and
26    6, 32|         any memorie of me in thy heart, or remembrance of my pittifull
27    6, 32|      feele Lepolemus alive in my heart: wherefore you shall do
28    6, 32|        world, was joyfull in his heart and looked for night, when
29    6, 32|       shed my bloud, this is the heart which hath devised so many
30    6, 36|          from the bottome of his heart, as though he had beene
31    7, 41|         Ceremonies, to turne the heart of the Baker to his wife,
32    8, 44|     began first to kindle in her heart, could easily resist her
33    8, 44|          the intemperance of her heart, the sobbing sighes, and
34    8, 46|         the matter secret in his heart, for feare of inconvenience,
35    8, 46|          pleased and glad in her heart, danced about the Theater