Book, Chapter

1    1,  3|    into these miseries and wretched snares of misfortune. For
2    1,  5| good space the death of my wretched companion, I buried him
3    3, 17|  did lay me on and beat my wretched skinne in such sort, that
4    4, 21|  take pitty upon me and my wretched fortune, and give me license
5    4, 22|   of his arrows, saying: O wretched Caitife, behold thou wert
6    5, 26|     thought in my selfe: O wretched Maid, thou hast forgotten
7    9, 47|   and deliver mee from the wretched fortune, which had so long