Book, Chapter

 1    1,  2| selfe, yet I led the poore miser to my Inne, where he reposed
 2    1,  3|  Meroe a Witch.~Alas poore miser that I am, that for the
 3    1,  3|   chamber; whereas I poore miser the very first night of
 4    1,  4|  grudge, and now the poore miser swimming in one of his pipes
 5    2,  9| made answer, Depart I say, Miser from me, depart from my
 6    2, 10|    Treasure.~But the poore miser fell at length into the
 7    2, 11| you may see that the poore miser for lucre of a little mony
 8    4, 22|  Then the poore and simple miser Psyches was mooved with
 9    4, 22|   unto her saying, O poore miser, why goest thou about to
10    6, 36| the ground, and so I poore miser should be compelled (tearing
11    7, 41| lover, but as for me poore miser, I am fallen into the hands