Book, Chapter

 1    2, 11|       Marry (quoth I) a great lampe with oyle, pots of wine,
 2    2, 11|      Myrrhena to deliver me a lampe with oyle, which when shee
 3    4, 22|    have ready a privy burning lampe with oyle, hid under some
 4    4, 22|    bare feet goe and take the lampe, with the Razor in your
 5    4, 22| boldnes and brought forth the lampe, and tooke the razor, so
 6    4, 22|       at whose sight the very lampe encreased his light for
 7    4, 22|      of burning oyle from the lampe upon the right shoulder
 8    4, 22|      the god. O rash and bold lampe, the vile ministery of love,
 9    4, 22|  soone as I brought forth the lampe to see and behold his shape,
10    4, 22|    ill chance the oyle of the lampe fortuned to fall on his
11    8, 46|  naked skinne, and taking the Lampe that stood next to her,