Parte,  Chap.

1   I,        XI|    had not dared to rend and pierce the tender bowels of our
2   I,     XXXIV|     asked of you and with it pierce this vile heart of mine?
3   I,     XXXIV|     that same instant will I pierce my bosom with this dagger
4  II,        VI|  clouds with their heads but pierce them, and that go, each
5  II,     XVIII| first prize-that Phoebus may pierce them with his arrows, and
6  II,   XXXVIII|  sharp-pointed conceits that pierce the heart like soft thorns,
7  II,      XLIV|    be flowers, but thorns to pierce my heart. They, or anything