Parte,  Chap.

1   I,        XI|  purple, and silk tortured in endless fashions, but the wreathed
2   I,       XXV| little brook, and my deep and endless sighs shall stir unceasingly
3   I,      XXVI|        a~ Relentless fate, an endless woe;~ Don Quixote's tears
4   I,      XXIX|    under the Church, would be endless work; so that, senor, it
5   I,     XLIII|      though my suit~ Beset by endless obstacles I see,~ Yet no
6  II,      LIII|      that other life which is endless and boundless. Thus saith
7  II,      LIII|     this present life and the endless duration of that eternal
8  II,      LXIX| divine singer! It would be an endless task to put before us now