Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,   Commend|        how he lost his wits~ O'er idle tales of love and glory,~
 2   I,   Commend|      Stout, bold, expert, as e'er the world did see;~ Thousands
 3   I,   Commend|      Angelica undone,~ Am I; o'er distant seas condemned to
 4   I,   AuthPre|       free as any man's, whate'er he be, thou art in thine
 5   I,        II|       rubicund Apollo spread o'er the face of the broad spacious
 6   I,     XXXIV|    lowering skies,~ In peril o'er a trackless ocean sails,~
 7  II,       XII|    offer you my breast,~ Whate'er you grave or stamp thereon
 8  II,     XVIII|     love will find a way whate'er befall.~ Impatient of delay,
 9  II,        XX|         I have my will,~ Whate'er my whim or fancy be;~ For
10  II,      XXIX|     said aloud, "Friends, whoe'er ye be that are immured in
11  II,    XLVIII|       thou art mine, and where'er I am, must he thine." The
12  II,      LVII| unlucky,~ Thy hands contain ne'er a~ King, seven, or ace~
13  II,      LXIX|   prison-house set free,~ As o'er the Stygian lake it floats