Book, Chapter

1    3, 15|     to gather up some of the haires of his head which lay dispersed
2    3, 15|   off stealing of young mens haires? In faith I assure you,
3    4, 22|       why pull you your hory haires? Why knocke ye your breasts
4    4, 22|      you by these beautifull haires, by these round cheekes
5    4, 22| beard intersparsed with grey haires. Which when shee had spoken (
6    4, 22|     in her mind, she saw his haires of gold, that yeelded out
7    4, 23|      will bravely dresse the haires of thy forehead, and then
8    8, 46|      shining with glistering haires, and hanging downe, through