Book, Chapter

1    2,  45|   handsome boy, crowned with vine leaves and ivy, passed grapes around,
2    4, 123|         it rustles among the last leaves.~Corruption no less vile
3    5, 142|       loves me desperately, never leaves off teasing me, she who
4    5, 145| civilization. When Fate turns the leaves of the book of universal
5    5, 145|           Fescennine poems, which leaves in our minds a stronger
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