Parte,  Chap.

 1   I,        XI|  portion of her broad fertile bosom all that could satisfy,
 2   I,        XI|      hardness,~ And thy snowy bosom stone.~ ~ Yet for all that,
 3   I,      XIII|       her neck alabaster, her bosom marble, her hands ivory,
 4   I,       XIV|      mad despair~ Out of this bosom's depths of bitterness,~
 5   I,       XIV|   loathe,~ As by this wounded bosom thou canst see~ How willingly
 6   I,        XX|   making my heart burst in my bosom through eagerness to engage
 7   I,      XXII|       a real of four from his bosom and gave it to him in alms.~ ~
 8   I,      XXVI|    woe~ That this poor aching bosom crushes?~ If it disturb
 9   I,      XXVI|  Sancho put his hand into his bosom in search of the note-book
10   I,     XXVII|   paper was discovered in her bosom which Don Fernando seized
11   I,    XXVIII|     approaching to unlace the bosom of her dress to give her
12   I,      XXIX|   paper that was found in her bosom, because my heart had not
13   I,     XXXIV|  Lothario had awakened in her bosom. Lothario observed all this,
14   I,     XXXIV|      instant will I pierce my bosom with this dagger that I
15   I,     XXXVI|    tears of love the face and bosom of her lawful husband. For
16   I,     XXXVI|       had found in Luscinda's bosom the paper in which she declared
17   I,    XXXVII|   crossing her hands upon her bosom, bowing her head and bending
18   I,   XXXVIII|     profundities of Neptune's bosom, still with dauntless heart,
19   I,        XL|        I ween,~ From its hard bosom purer souls than these,~
20   I,        XL|        his restoration to the bosom of the Holy Mother Church,
21   I,       XLI| restore himself to the sacred bosom of the Church through the
22   I,       XLV| taking a parchment out of his bosom he lit upon what he was
23   I,      XLVI|    him and restore him to the bosom of your favour, sicut erat
24   I,      XLIX|       yourself, return to the bosom of common sense, and make
25  II,     XXIII|  having first laid you in the bosom of the earth with tears
26  II,       XXV|    though it be buried in the bosom of the earth. But enough
27  II,     XXXII|       have been nursed in the bosom of Senor Don Quixote, who
28  II,     XXXVI|     her; I have it here in my bosom, and there's nothing wanting
29  II,     XXXVI|       an open letter from his bosom, and the duchess, taking
30  II,       XLV| Sancho buried his head in his bosom and remained for a short
31  II,       XLV|     in a leather purse in his bosom. The governor bade him take
32  II,      XLVI|    began hastily unlacing the bosom of her dress.~ ~Don Quixote
33  II,     XLVII|       taking a paper from his bosom, placed it in the governor'
34  II,    XLVIII| thought in the most graceless bosom in the world. Is there a
35  II,       LIV|       took a purse out of his bosom and showed it to Sancho,
36  II,       LIV|     to cherish a viper in the bosom by having enemies in the
37  II,      LXII|   left, you keep them in your bosom for the next day."~ ~"No,
38  II,      LXII|     whatever you have in your bosom into mine, and rely upon
39  II,      LXIX|    her hands crossed upon her bosom, and between them a branch