Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,       XXX|     more than three hundred 'my souls' and 'my life's' and 'my
 2   I,    XXXIII|        for though they have two souls they have but one will.
 3   I,        XL| CONTINUED.~ ~ ~SONNET~ ~ "Blest souls, that, from this mortal
 4   I,        XL|          Three thousand soldier souls took wing on high,~ In the
 5   I,        XL|       From its hard bosom purer souls than these,~ Or braver bodies
 6  II,        IV|      four fingers deep on their souls, as I have. Nay, only look
 7  II,       XVI|         be loved as we love the souls that give us life; it is
 8  II,     XXXIV|          for he will grind your souls between, not to say two,
 9  II,     XXXIV|     sure now there must be good souls even in hell itself."~ ~
10  II,    XLVIII|   extends to doing good even to souls in purgatory."~ ~The unfortunate