Book, Chapter

1    1,  15|      tortured Tantalus still stands, to parch in his shifting
2    3,  87| shivering, in tatters Genius stands~ Invoking a neglected art,
3    3, 102|     you cannot, as the thing stands now, for he escaped into
4    4, 106|     the man at the helm, who stands watch all night long and
5    5, 145|        Prostibula -- She who stands in front of her cell or
6    5, 145|     her own. Then, naked she stands, with gilded nipples, beneath
7    5, 145|     a pouch of black leather stands by you whenever you are