Book, Chapter

1    1,  12| paederastic wantonness, and one wretch, with his clothes girded
2    1,  12|       we defied the troublesome wretch. (Ascyltos ran out of the
3    4, 113|      might lovelier bloom!~Poor wretch, but late thy locks did
4    5, 136|        For, cold with Fear, the wretch withdrew~Into a thousand-wrinkled
5    5, 142|           I cried out; "unhappy wretch that I am! Fortune and Love
6    6     |        scrape~ Thy cheeks: poor wretch, ah' poor and   vile: -- ~