Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,   Commend|           banished by her ruthless cruelty,~ This arm had might the
 2   I,   Commend|              Be unrelenting in her cruelty,~ If still your woe be powerless
 3   I,        IV|            injustice conceived and cruelty perpetrated: who hath to-day
 4   I,      XIII|           to those papers, let the cruelty of Marcela live for ever,
 5   I,      XIII|         gathered how great was the cruelty of Marcela, the love of
 6   I,       XIV|             Since thou dost in thy cruelty desire~ The ruthless rigour
 7   I,       XIV|       sorrows sound~ Thy matchless cruelty, my dismal fate~ Shall carry
 8   I,       XIV|            this wretched being thy cruelty has robbed of life; or is
 9   I,       XIV|          his own obstinacy than my cruelty that killed him; and if
10   I,     XXIII| intelligence,~ Or to the height of cruelty attains,~ Or else it is
11   I,     XXIII|           it remains~ No God loves cruelty; then who ordains~ This
12   I,     XXIII|     distinction whom the scorn and cruelty of his lady had driven to
13   I,       XXV|           life I shall satisfy thy cruelty and my desire.~ ~"Thine
14   I,     XXXIV|       beauty, and charges her with cruelty, he casts no imputation
15   I,     XXXIX|          great, as I said, was the cruelty with which he treated them,
16  II,     LVIII|         commiseration."~ ~"Notable cruelty!" exclaimed Sancho; "unheard-of
17  II,    LXVIII|           I muse, O Love, upon thy cruelty,~ To death I flee,~ In hope
18  II,      LXIX|       sport~ Of cold Don Quixote's cruelty hath been,~ Returns to life,
19  II,      LXIX|            knight, for through thy cruelty I have been, to me it seems,
20  II,       LXX|        slain by the thought of the cruelty with which thou hast treated
21  II,       LXX|            the mere thought of the cruelty with which this vagabond