Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,        XL|        foeman's dyed~ The sandy soil and the encircling sea.~
 2   I,        XL|             Up from this wasted soil, this shattered shell,~
 3   I,        XL|       fell.~ And this same arid soil hath ever been~ A haunt
 4   I,        XL|         and remain on Christian soil. This friend of mine, then,
 5   I,       XLI| ourselves that it was Christian soil that was now under our feet.~ ~
 6   I,       XLI|    finding herself on Christian soil, and relieved of all fear
 7  II,       XII|        has fallen on the barren soil of my dry wit, and the time
 8  II,       XIX|       the grass that covers the soil. He has provided dancers
 9  II,     XLVII|       is so cleanly that not to soil her face she carries her
10  II,     LVIII|      omen; but he, clasping the soil with his arms, exclaimed, '