Book, Chapter

1    3, 14|    came one running unto me in haste, and sayd, Sir, your cousin
2    3, 17|     The feare I was in, and my haste hath beguiled me, but especially
3    4, 22|  voiage towards the sea in all haste. In the meane season Psyches
4    4, 22|       ranne away againe in all haste. When night came, Venus
5    4, 22|       poor Psyches went in all haste to the top of the mountaine,
6    4, 22|   beloved sonne, although thou haste not given due reverence
7    4, 22|      thou oughtest to doe, but haste rather spoiled and wounded
8    4, 23| homeward, that what with their haste and their cruell stripes,