Parte,  Chap.

1   I,     XXXIX| countless money, fruitlessly wasted there to no other purpose
2   I,        XL|      SONNET~ ~ "Up from this wasted soil, this shattered shell,~
3  II,      XLII|     governor may be lost and wasted by a boorish stupid wife.~ ~"
4  II,      LXII|    labours. What talents lie wasted there! What genius thrust
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