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1   1|       mind, the whiteness of her breast?~ ~ Nothing in that body
2   1|          flames from your chaste breast, if you can, poor wretch.
3   1| cherished no less passion in his breast.~ ~ ~ ~
4   2|    impious flames from your pure breast. Do not pursue so dire a
5   2|      white hairs of age, by this breast worn with troubles, and
6   3|        the passion in my wounded breast has not escaped you. For
7  10|      command my death.~ ~ ‘White breast, sweet tongue, kind eyes
8  14|  Moreover, it is the nature of a breast inflamed and drunk with
9  16|         gladly had I died on her breast, than have her die on mine!’~ ~