Book, Chapter

 1    4, 22|     great fury is past, thou maist goe among the thickets and
 2    4, 22|   cast one of thy sops, thou maist have accesse to Proserpina
 3    4, 22|      drinke, to the end thou maist be immortall, and that Cupid
 4    4, 23|     stripe of thy heele thou maist easily dispatch? But whither
 5    6, 36|  labour: but I pray God thou maist long live and please my
 6    6, 36| Master well, to the end thou maist continually deliver me from
 7    7, 42|     cruell bloud sucker: Now maist thou, thou wretch, triumph
 8    7, 42| bloud of three brethren, now maist thou rejoyce at the fall
 9    9, 47|     fortune; to the end thou maist live more safe and sure,
10    9, 48|     but once: wherefore thou maist thinke thy selfe happy for