Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,      XIII|     for reward was made the prey of death in the mid-course
 2   I,       XIV| strange miracle, live on~ A prey to absence, jealousy, disdain;~
 3   I,       XIV|    having made my heart thy prey;~ But rather let thy laughter
 4   I,      XXVI| these solitudes doth go,~ A prey to every kind of anguish.~
 5   I,     XXVII|      This earth will be the prey of strife once more,~ As
 6   I,     XXVII|      let it be mine to be a prey to misery when I might have
 7   I,    XXXIII|   feel the pang the same; A prey to shame the sinning soul
 8  II,       XII|    I die, to silent grief a prey?~ Then count me even now
 9  II,      XXII|    kites and other birds of prey assail it, and she who stands
10  II,      LVII|   meek~ Loving maid for thy prey,~ Three kerchiefs thou stealest,~