Parte,  Chap.

1   I,    XXVIII|     a mass of hair that the beams of the sun might have envied;
2   I,     XXXIV| earth pours down his midday beams,~ Noon but renews my wailing
3   I,     XXXVI|   thus:~ ~"If, my lord, the beams of that sun that thou holdest
4   I,     XLIII|    snakes, or even the very beams of the sun shut up in a
5  II,      VIII|  bright enough to throw out beams at all; it must have been,
6  II,     XXIII|  subdued light and tempered beams, enabled Don Quixote to
7  II,     LVIII|    brightness vied with the beams of the sun itself, fell
8  II,    LXVIII| Sancho on the eyes with his beams. He awoke, roused himself