Book, Chapter

 1    1,  15| claimed the kisses which were mine in good faith, I encircled
 2    1,  19|   names and means of support. Mine host furnished this information
 3    1,  30|   screwed up her lips to meet mine, and pecked at me continually
 4    2,  37|     fact, I very nearly threw mine away for it seemed to me
 5    2,  49|    two bits apiece for me and mine! And he'll nick Norbanus
 6    3, 101|       and had come at last to mine, where he entertained greater
 7    3, 102|    The thousand sesterces are mine," he shouted, "I'll follow
 8    5, 136|     less moved by any word of mine~Than weeping willows bending
 9    5, 143|   never put out this flame of mine unless you quench it in
10    5, 143|       your part and I'll play mine, too!")~  ~Encolpius and
11    5, 153|    With Pamphilus, a swain of mine,~I took my sister, little
12    5, 153|      of her swains for one of mine."~The myth of Cydippe and
13    5, 156|       had either I, or any of mine, done to thee, or any of
14    6     |    laughs which (ah me!) daze~Mine every sense, and as I gaze~
15    6     |      ear, and o'er are strown~Mine eyes with night.~(LI.