Book, Chapter

1    2, 10|    of cruell Cupid within my breast, I bent my bow very strong,
2    2, 11|    another and laid upon his breast in like sort. Thus when
3    4, 21|      mad woman, and beat her breast and comely face more that
4    4, 22| tender, by your pleasant hot breast, whose shape and face I
5    5, 31|  tare her haire and beat her breast, and came presently into
6    7, 41|  came crying and beating her breast, not because she heard of
7    9, 48|     and close thee within my breast. When I had ended mine orison,