Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,  TransPre|        tramping along the road singing; the reapers gathered in
 2   I,        VI|     range the woods and fields singing and piping; or, what would
 3   I,        XI|     well do us the pleasure of singing a little, that the gentleman,
 4   I,        XI|     them to spend the night in singing."~ ~"I understand thee,
 5   I,      XXII|    there is nothing worse than singing under suffering."~ ~"On
 6   I,     XXVII|     more fell upon their ears, singing this~ ~SONNET~ ~ When heavenward,
 7   I,     XLIII|     what could be the cause of singing so sweet and weeping so
 8   I,        LI|       to our sorrows, together singing the fair Leandra's praises,
 9  II,        IX|    proved to be. He came along singing the ballad that says -~ ~
10  II,        IX|        hear what that clown is singing?"~ ~"I do," said Sancho, "
11  II,        IX|       He might just as well be singing the ballad of Calainos,
12  II,       XIX|    bands, some dancing, others singing, others playing the various
13  II,     XXIII|        week went in procession singing, or rather weeping, dirges
14  II,      XXIV|       habit, and he went along singing seguidillas to beguile the
15  II,   XXXVIII|        some verses I heard him singing one night from a grating
16  II,      XLIV|   asleep and did not waken, my singing would be in vain, if this
17  II,      XLIV|       that I would not that my singing should lay bare my heart,
18  II,       LIV|    that sort that beg for alms singing; who as they drew near arranged
19  II,        LX|  follows me, for 'it is by his singing the abbot gets his dinner;'
20  II,      LXII| Italian, and I plume myself on singing some of Ariosto's stanzas;
21  II,     LXVII|   woods and groves and meadows singing songs here, lamenting in
22  II,    LXVIII|       the rest of the night, I singing my separation, thou thy
23  II,      LXIX|     floats along,~ Thy praises singing still shall hold its way,~
24  II,      LXXI|      as they say, 'it's by his singing the abbot gets his dinner,'
25  II,     LXXIV|   shepherds, to pass our lives singing, like princes, are you thinking