Day, Novell

 1    1,    6|       Saint John with the golden beard, saide;~ ~What? Doest thou
 2    2,    5|      rough fellow, with a blacke beard, strowting like~ ~the quilles
 3    2,    8|          his head all white, his beard~ ~without any comly forme,
 4    4,    1| trickling downe his~ ~aged white beard, thus he spake to her.~ ~
 5    4,    1|     streaming downe his reverend beard, he used many kinde words
 6    4,   10|          by the nose and young~ ~beard, and what else she could
 7    6,   10|          too: for, in regard his beard beginneth to shew it selfe,~ ~
 8    7,    5|      veyled, but~ ~shee knew his beard, and said to her selfe.
 9    7,    9|         a locke or~ ~tuft of his beard, being puld away with her
10    7,    9|       length she played with his beard,~ ~and now she found occasion
11    7,    9|      hold on a small tuft of his beard,~ ~she gave a sodaine snatch,
12    7,    9|       few loose haires of your~ ~beard? How then should I take
13    7,    9|        the tuft of er Husbands~ ~beard, which (the verie selfe-same
14   10,    9|      Seas. The Abbot, seeing his beard to be grown long, and his~ ~
15   10,    9|       for the bushiness of~ ~his beard, strangeness of habit, (