Book, Chapter

1    3,  93|    cheeks wet with weeping, the joy~Of their tremulous souls
2    3,  95|       me a face lighted up with joy, "there are no arms here,
3    3, 100|    jerked out, and I wished him joy of his beating. Giton, however,
4    4, 117|       of no old grudges and the joy which filled our hearts
5    5, 135| enormous erection! Skipping for joy, "Look, Chrysis, look,"
6    5, 137|    Hypaepa placed,~Thou Dryad's joy and Bacchus', hear my prayer!~
7    5, 142|     alone?' said the God,~'Thou joy of a thousand sweet mistresses,
8    5, 143|       are my heart's desire, my joy, you can never put out this