Book, Chapter

 1    1,  13|  NINTH.~(After having tramped nearly all over the city,) I caught
 2    1,  24|     virtues that I drank down nearly all of the liquor, and because
 3    1,  25|    with a belt. One minute he nearly gored us to death with his
 4    1,  28| having bestridden my comrade, nearly drove him to distraction
 5    2,  37|      a matter of fact, I very nearly threw mine away for it seemed
 6    2,  66|   ghost when I went in, and I nearly slipped my wind. The sweat
 7    2,  68|   when I was a young spark, I nearly sang myself into a consumption.
 8    2,  68|       his hideous barking and nearly shook the life out of the
 9    2,  70|  knowing what it was, and she nearly puked up her guts when she
10    2,  74|  think happened then? We were nearly crowded off the couches
11    3, 102|  believe all this when Giton, nearly suffocated from holding
12    4, 105|       tell him your brother's nearly dead from seasickness: your
13    4, 117|   groan I smothered in a sigh nearly wracked my soul.~The vulture
14    5, 145|      first, because we behold nearly all men seducing to fornication,
15    5, 160|    got a look at them my eyes nearly burst from their sockets
16    5, 160|     has reduced our hand mill nearly to powder by grinding day
17    5, 160|      with passion. Agamemnon, nearly mad, was held back by his