Book, Chapter

 1    1,  5|      sister Panthia, this is my deare and sweet heart, which both
 2    1,  7|        kissed mee, saying, O my deare friend Lucius, it is a great
 3    1,  7| Wherefore sell you this fish so deare, which is not worth a halfepenny?
 4    2,  8|    being gone she sayd, My most deare Cousin Lucius, I do sweare
 5    2,  9|     within the house I found my deare and sweet love Fotis mincing
 6    2, 10|       he was doing, and sayd, O deare friend you are heartily
 7    3, 14|      Widowhood and losse of our deare husbands, and especially
 8    4, 22|         sorrowfully and said, O deare husband this long time have
 9    4, 22|         my desire, refresh your deare Spowse Psyches with joy,
10    4, 22|         gave them, they said, O deare sister Psyches, know you
11    4, 22|         in this sort: O my most deare sisters, I heartily thanke
12    4, 22|       Cupid sate downe with his deare spouse between his armes:
13    5, 24|         theft and robbing of my deare host Milo, which villany
14    8, 46|         not this drinke unto my deare Husband, untill such time