Book,  Chapter

 1    Ded        |          This I am sure, I should write of the Understanding without
 2   Read        |      useless what they themselves write, methinks it savours much
 3      I,  I    |           purpose; or at least to write very ill; since its characters
 4     II,  VIII |     painted; or whether the ink I write with makes any other idea,
 5     II,  XXVII|         last winter, or as that I write now, I could no more doubt
 6     II,  XXVII|          no more doubt that I who write this now, that saw’ the
 7     II,  XXVII|        you please—than that I who write this am the same myself
 8     II,  XXVII|          same myself now whilst I write (whether I consist of all
 9     II,  XXXI |        with which I cut the pen I write with. But, when I am told
10     II,  XXXI |        that power. So the paper I write on, having the power in
11    III,  V    |    thought not of when I began to write,) that, by searching it
12    III,  VI   |   essential to this white thing I write on to have words in it.
13    III,  VI   |         essential to this thing I write on to contain words, if
14    III,  VII  | cultivated. It is easy for men to write, one after another, of cases
15     IV,  XI   |           produced: v.g. whilst I write this, I have, by the paper
16     IV,  XI   |           no more doubt, whilst I write this, that I see white and
17     IV,  XI   |      sensation in me, than that I write or move my hand; which is
18     IV,  XI   |       again.~Thus I see, whilst I write this, I can change the appearance
19     IV,  XI   |          doubt that those words I write do really exist without
20     IV,  XVI  |            if all historians that write of Tiberius, say that Tiberius
21     IV,  XVIII|           as if he had seen Moses write it. So that the assurance