Book, Chapter

1    1,  7|      office, hee did greatly blame, and sayd, Is it thus you
2    3, 17| plaine Asse.~The I though to blame Fotis, but being deprived
3    4, 22| greatly accuse his love, and blame him by reason that he is
4    4, 22|      his dalliance? Will you blame his luxury? Will you bridle
5    4, 22|       the graces threw about blame, the Muses sang with sweet
6    6, 32|   our master, laying all the blame of this homicide unto the
7    9, 47|     shall be so hardy, as to blame and reprove thy suddaine