Book, Chapter

 1    2, 11|   Countrey? Then answered he, Hold your peace, for you are
 2    4, 22|     whereas thou shalt find a hold leading to hell, even to
 3    4, 22|     of immortality, and said, Hold Psyches, and drinke, to
 4    5, 24|    better Fortune, and not to hold out his sturdy arme to begge
 5    5, 24|      under his coate, saying: Hold here the dowry which I present
 6    5, 24|     which I present unto you, hold eke my person, which you
 7    5, 31| should do nothing all day but hold his head in the manger,
 8    8, 46|       burning eyes, saying: I hold thee my canny, I hold thee
 9    8, 46|       I hold thee my canny, I hold thee my noose, my sparrow,
10    8, 46|    hands, and was not able to hold a knife in my hoofes: howbeit