Book, Chapter

1    2,  60|      for wherever you find a sweet, you'll find a bitter too."
2    3,  83|     mortal woes, to die were sweet~But my self-congratulation
3    5, 142|       Thou joy of a thousand sweet mistresses, how, oh my slave?'~
4    5, 145|   and sea from the pavement. Sweet clean baths have been introduced,
5    5, 160|      their smoothness was as sweet as sleep and their little
6    5, 160|      head, I poured out some sweet wine for him to drink, I
7    6     |      limpid streams; in that sweet reverie his life slipped
8    6     | plastic buttocks, that voice sweet and touching, -- what comparison
9    6     |  Sees thee and hears~Thy low sweet laughs which (ah me!) daze~