Parte,  Chap.

1   I,       III| ceremonies, Don Quixote was on thorns until he saw himself on
2   I,      XXXI|       scent of that rose among thorns, that lily of the field,
3  II,   XXXVIII|     pierce the heart like soft thorns, and like the lightning
4  II,      XLIV|       will not be flowers, but thorns to pierce my heart. They,
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