Book, Chapter

 1    3,  84|    But basely flies when ruin o'er you towers.~The strollers
 2    4, 124|      win Heaven!~Arise, then, O Chance, change thy countenance
 3    4, 125|   heart Fortune made answer: 'O father~Whom Cocytus' deepest
 4    5, 136|       weeping willows bending o'er a brook~Or drooping poppies
 5    5, 137|     boon,~Whom fair Dione set o'er forests wide~As God:
 6    5, 153|   slipped from my mind, given o'er to the wandering winds,
 7    5, 156|   addressed him as follows:~"'O thou, who, of all mankind,
 8    5, 160| intercourse with women. Come, O new generation, inventor
 9    6     |       Pompey: "I salute thee, O King," and, addressing Caesar, "
10    6     |       Caesar, "I salute thee, O Queen!" His enemies maintained
11    6     |   refrained; now do refrain!~ O Hymen Hymenaeus io,  ~ O
12    6     |      O Hymen Hymenaeus io,  ~ O Hymen Hymenaeus!    ~We
13    6     |   deem lawful such delights.~ O Hymen Hymenaeus io,  ~ O
14    6     |      O Hymen Hymenaeus io,  ~ O Hymen Hymenaeus."    ~(LXI.        
15    6     |   temple of Venus at Cnidus.~"O Venus, my queen! to thee
16    6     |       laughter. How comes it, O grave philosophers, that
17    6     | intercourse with women. Come, O new generation, inventor
18    6     |      gaze~Upon thee (Lesbia!) o'er me strays~My tongue is
19    6     |     own~Rings either ear, and o'er are strown~Mine eyes