Parte,  Chap.

1   I,     XXVII|       livery to restore,~ By aid whereof sincerity is slain.~ If
2   I,       XLV|     devils dwelt in it? In proof whereof I call upon you to behold
3  II,     XVIII| long-lost happiness,~ The memory whereof is pain.~ One taste, methinks,
4  II,     XXIII|         this transparent castle, whereof I am the alcaide and perpetual
5  II,     LXVII|          was happy, in emulation whereof, if so he thou dost approve
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