DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JAN/FEB 1964/65 [sp39g10.txt]
Accounts I never did see, or hope again to see in my daysAt a loss whether it will be better for me to have him dieBy his many words and no understanding, confound himselfChurch, where a most insipid young coxcomb preachedClean myself with warm water; my wife will have meCosts me 12d. a kiss after the firstFind that now and then a little difference do no hurteGoing with her woman to a hot-house to bathe herselfGood discourse and counsel from him, which I hope I shall takeGreat thaw it is not for a man to walk the streetsHeard noises over their head upon the leadsHis disease was the pox and that he must be fluxed (Rupert)I know not how their fortunes may agreeIf the exportations exceed importationsIt is a strange thing how fancy worksLaw against it signifies nothing in the worldLaw and severity were used against drunkennesseLuxury and looseness of the timesMust be forced to confess it to my wife, which troubles meMy wife after her bathing lying alone in another bedNo man is wise at all timesOffer to give me a piece to receive of me 20Pretends to a resolution of being hereafter very cleanSat an hour or two talking and discoursing . . . .So great a trouble is fearThose bred in the North among the colliers are good for labourTied our men back to back, and thrown them all into the seaToo much of it will make her know her force too muchUp, leaving my wife in bed, being sick of her monthsWhen she least shews it hath her wit at workWhere money is free, there is great plentyWho is the most, and promises the least, of any manWife that brings me nothing almost (besides a comely person)
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAR/APR 1964/65 [sp40g10.txt]
Castlemayne is sicke again, people think, slipping her fillyDesired me that I would baste his coateDid put evil thoughts in me, but proceeded no furtherFrance, which is accounted the best place for breadHow Povy overdoes every thing in commending itNever could man say worse himself nor have worse saidWanton as ever she was, with much I made myself merry and away
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAY/JUN 1665 [sp41g10.txt]
A vineyard, the first that ever I did seeAll the towne almost going out of towne (Plague panic)Buy some roll-tobacco to smell to and chawConsult my pillow upon that and every great thing of my lifeConvenience of periwiggs is so greatDying this last week of the plague 112, from 43 the week beforeHear that the plague is come into the CityHouses marked with a red cross upon the doorsMy old folly and childishnesse hangs upon me stillPlague claimed 68,596 victims (in 1665)Pride of some persons and vice of most was but a sad storyThe coachman that carried [us] cannot know me againThough neither of us care 2d. one for anotherWhich may teach me how I make others wait
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JULY 1665 [sp42g10.txt]
About two o'clock, too late and too soon to go home to bedAnd all to dinner and sat down to the King saving myselfBaseness and looseness of the CourtBeing able to do little business (but the less the better)Contracted for her as if he had been buying a horseDid bear with it, and very pleasant all the whileDoubtfull whether her daughter will like of it or noEndeavouring to strike tallys for money for TangierFor, for her part, she should not be buried in the commonsHad what pleasure almost I would with herHath a good heart to bear, or a cunning one to conceal his evilI have promised, but know not when I shall performI kissed the bride in bed, and so the curtaines drawneLess he finds of difference between them and other menLord! in the dullest insipid manner that ever lover didNan at Moreclacke, very much pleased and merry with herNot had the confidence to take his lady once by the handOut of my purse I dare not for fear of a precedentPlague, forty last night, the bell always goingPretty to see the young pretty ladies dressed like menSo to bed, to be up betimes by the helpe of a larum watchThis absence makes us a little strange instead of more fondWhat silly discourse we had by the way as to love-matters
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, AUGUST 1665 [sp43g10.txt]
A fair salute on horseback, in Rochester streets, of the ladyBagwell's wife waited at the door, and went with me to my officeBecause I would not be over sure of any thingBeing the first Wednesday of the monthBottle of strong water; whereof now and then a sip did me goodCopper to the value of L5,000Disease making us more cruel to one another than if we are doggsEvery body is at a great losse and nobody can tellEvery body's looks, and discourse in the street is of deathFirst thing of that nature I did ever give her (L10 ring)For my quiet would not enquire into itGive the other notice of the future state, if there was anyHis wife and three children died, all, I think, in a dayHow sad a sight it is to see the streets empty of peopleI met a dead corps of the plague, in the narrow allyIn our graves (as Shakespeere resembles it) we could dreamKing is not at present in purse to doKing shall not be able to whip a catNot liking that it should lie long undone, for fear of deathOrdered in the yarde six or eight bargemen to be whippedPest coaches and put her into it to carry her to a pest houseQuakers and others that will not have any bell ring for themResolving not to be bribed to dispatch businessTwo shops in three, if not more, generally shut upWell enough pleased this morning with their night's lodging
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, SEPTEMBER 1665 [sp44g10.txt]
And feeling for a chamber-pott, there was noneDiscourse of Mr. Evelyn touching all manner of learningFell to sleep as if angryKing himself minding nothing but his easeNot to be censured if their necessities drive them to badOrdered him L2000, and he paid me my quantum out of itSicke men that are recovered, they lying before our office doorsTold us he had not been in a bed in the whole seven years
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, OCTOBER 1665 [sp45g10.txt]
A conceited man, but of no Logique in his head at allBest poem that ever was wrote (Siege of Rhodes)French have taken two and sunk one of our merchant-menHath sent me masters that do observe that I take painsHow little heed is had to the prisoners and sicke and woundedHow unhppily a man may fall into a necessity of bribing peopleLechery will never leave himMoney I have not, nor can getMr. Evelyn's translating and sending me as a presentPoor seamen that lie starving in the streetsSaying me to be the fittest man in EnglandSearchers with their rods in their hands
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOV/DEC 1665 [sp46g10.txt]
A most conceited fellow and not over much in himA pretty man, I would be content to break a commandment with himAmong many lazy people that the diligent man becomes necessaryDelight to see these poor fools decoyed into our conditionGreat many silly stories they tell of their sportHis enemies have done him as much good as he could wishHow little merit do prevail in the world, but only favourI am a foole to be troubled at it, since I cannot helpe itL10,000 to the Prince, and half-a-crowne to my Lord of SandwichLeft him with some Commanders at the table taking tobaccoOne whom a great belly becomes as well as ever I saw anyPleases them mightily, and me not at allSee how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybodyThe boy is well, and offers to be searched
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1665 N.S. COMPLETE [sp47g10.txt]
A fair salute on horseback, in Rochester streets, of the ladyA most conceited fellow and not over much in himA conceited man, but of no Logique in his head at allA vineyard, the first that ever I did seeA pretty man, I would be content to break a commandment with himAbout two o'clock, too late and too soon to go home to bedAccounts I never did see, or hope again to see in my daysAll the towne almost going out of towne (Plague panic)Among many lazy people that the diligent man becomes necessaryAnd feeling for a chamber-pott, there was noneAnd all to dinner and sat down to the King saving myselfAt a loss whether it will be better for me to have him dieBagwell's wife waited at the door, and went with me to my officeBaseness and looseness of the CourtBecause I would not be over sure of any thingBeing able to do little business (but the less the better)Being the first Wednesday of the monthBest poem that ever was wrote (Siege of Rhodes)Bottle of strong water; whereof now and then a sip did me goodBuy some roll-tobacco to smell to and chawBy his many words and no understanding, confound himselfCastlemayne is sicke again, people think, slipping her fillyChurch, where a most insipid young coxcomb preachedClean myself with warm water; my wife will have meConsult my pillow upon that and every great thing of my lifeContracted for her as if he had been buying a horseConvenience of periwiggs is so greatCopper to the value of L5,000Costs me 12d. a kiss after the firstDelight to see these poor fools decoyed into our conditionDesired me that I would baste his coateDid bear with it, and very pleasant all the whileDid put evil thoughts in me, but proceeded no furtherDiscourse of Mr. Evelyn touching all manner of learningDisease making us more cruel to one another than if we are doggsDoubtfull whether her daughter will like of it or noDying this last week of the plague 112, from 43 the week beforeEndeavouring to strike tallys for money for TangierEvery body is at a great losse and nobody can tellEvery body's looks, and discourse in the street is of deathFell to sleep as if angryFind that now and then a little difference do no hurteFirst thing of that nature I did ever give her (L10 ring)For my quiet would not enquire into itFor, for her part, she should not be buried in the commonsFrance, which is accounted the best place for breadFrench have taken two and sunk one of our merchant-menGive the other notice of the future state, if there was anyGoing with her woman to a hot-house to bathe herselfGood discourse and counsel from him, which I hope I shall takeGreat many silly stories they tell of their sportGreat thaw it is not for a man to walk the streetsHad what pleasure almost I would with herHath sent me masters that do observe that I take painsHath a good heart to bear, or a cunning one to conceal his evilHear that the plague is come into the CityHeard noises over their head upon the leadsHis wife and three children died, all, I think, in a dayHis disease was the pox and that he must be fluxed (Rupert)His enemies have done him as much good as he could wishHouses marked with a red cross upon the doorsHow sad a sight it is to see the streets empty of peopleHow little merit do prevail in the world, but only favourHow little heed is had to the prisoners and sicke and woundedHow Povy overdoes every thing in commending itHow unhppily a man may fall into a necessity of bribing peopleI kissed the bride in bed, and so the curtaines drawneI have promised, but know not when I shall performI know not how their fortunes may agreeI met a dead corps of the plague, in the narrow allyI am a foole to be troubled at it, since I cannot helpe itIf the exportations exceed importationsIn our graves (as Shakespeere resembles it) we could dreamIt is a strange thing how fancy worksKing shall not be able to whip a catKing himself minding nothing but his easeKing is not at present in purse to doL10,000 to the Prince, and half-a-crowne to my Lord of SandwichLaw against it signifies nothing in the worldLaw and severity were used against drunkennesseLechery will never leave himLeft him with some Commanders at the table taking tobaccoLess he finds of difference between them and other menLord! in the dullest insipid manner that ever lover didLuxury and looseness of the timesMoney I have not, nor can getMr. Evelyn's translating and sending me as a presentMust be forced to confess it to my wife, which troubles meMy wife after her bathing lying alone in another bedMy old folly and childishnesse hangs upon me stillNan at Moreclacke, very much pleased and merry with herNever could man say worse himself nor have worse saidNo man is wise at all timesNot had the confidence to take his lady once by the handNot liking that it should lie long undone, for fear of deathNot to be censured if their necessities drive them to badOffer to give me a piece to receive of me 20One whom a great belly becomes as well as ever I saw anyOrdered him L2000, and he paid me my quantum out of itOrdered in the yarde six or eight bargemen to be whippedOut of my purse I dare not for fear of a precedentPest coaches and put her into it to carry her to a pest housePlague claimed 68,596 victims (in 1665)Plague, forty last night, the bell always goingPleases them mightily, and me not at allPoor seamen that lie starving in the streetsPretends to a resolution of being hereafter very cleanPretty to see the young pretty ladies dressed like menPride of some persons and vice of most was but a sad storyQuakers and others that will not have any bell ring for themResolving not to be bribed to dispatch businessSat an hour or two talking and discoursing . . . .Saying me to be the fittest man in EnglandSearchers with their rods in their handsSee how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybodySicke men that are recovered, they lying before our office doorsSo to bed, to be up betimes by the helpe of a larum watchSo great a trouble is fearThe coachman that carried [us] cannot know me againThe boy is well, and offers to be searchedThis absence makes us a little strange instead of more fondThose bred in the North among the colliers are good for labourThough neither of us care 2d. one for anotherTied our men back to back, and thrown them all into the seaTold us he had not been in a bed in the whole seven yearsToo much of it will make her know her force too muchTwo shops in three, if not more, generally shut upUp, leaving my wife in bed, being sick of her monthsWanton as ever she was, with much I made myself merry and awayWell enough pleased this morning with their night's lodgingWhat silly discourse we had by the way as to love-mattersWhen she least shews it hath her wit at workWhere money is free, there is great plentyWhich may teach me how I make others waitWho is the most, and promises the least, of any manWife that brings me nothing almost (besides a comely person)
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JAN/FEB 1965/66 [sp48g10.txt]
After a harsh word or two my wife and I good friendsBy and by met at her chamber, and there did what I wouldDid drink of the College beer, which is very goodGot her upon my knee (the coach being full) and played with herLady Duchesse the veryest slut and drudgeLast act of friendship in telling me of my faults alsoScotch song of "Barbary Allen"Tooth-ake made him no company, and spoilt oursWherewith to give every body something for their painsWho must except against every thing and remedy nothing
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAR/APR 1665/66 [SP#49][sp49g10.txt]4164
Ashamed at myself for this losse of timeBegun to write idle and from the purposeCounterfeit mirthe and pleasure with them, but had but littleDriven down again with a stinke by Sir W. Pen's shying of a potGreat newes of the Swedes declaring for us against the DutchHe has been inconvenienced by being too free in discourseMass, and some of their musique, which is not so contemptibleReading over my dear "Faber fortunae," of my Lord Bacon'sThence to Mrs. Martin's, and did what I would with herThrough want of money and good conductToo late for them to enjoy it with any pleasureTooke my wife well dressed into the Hall to see and be seen
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAY/JUN 1666 [sp50g10.txt]
A cat will be a cat stillAnd if ever I fall on it again, I deserve to be undoneApprehension of the King of France's invading usAs very a gossip speaking of her neighbours as any bodyBaited at Islington, and so late home about 11 at nightCalled at a little ale-house, and had an eele pyeChecking her last night in the coach in her long storiesForetelling the draught of water of a ship before she be launcheGreat deale of tittle tattle discourse to little purposeHe is such innocent companyHere I first saw oranges growI do not value her, or mind her as I oughtI to bed even by daylightLong petticoat dragging under their men's coatsMightily pleased with myself for the business that I have doneMightily vexed at my being abroad with these womenNever fought with worse officers in his lifeNot being well pleased with her over free and loose companyNow very big, and within a fortnight of lying downOut also to and fro, to see and be seenProviding against a foule day to get as much money into my handsRejoiced over head and ears in this good newesRequisite I be prepared against the man's friendshipSang till about twelve at night, with mighty pleasureSend up and down for a nurse to take the girle homeShy of any warr hereafter, or to prepare better for itSo back again home to supper and to bed with great pleasureSo home and to supper with beans and bacon and to bedThat I may look as a man minding businessThere did what I would with herThere did what 'je voudrais avec' her . . . .Think that we are beaten in every respectThis is the use we make of our fathersTook him home the money, and, though much to my griefUnless my too-much addiction to pleasure undo meWhat itching desire I did endeavour to see Bagwell's wifeYoung man play the foole upon the doctrine of purgatory
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JULY 1666 [sp51g10.txt]
Better the musique, the more sicke it makes himContempt of the ceremoniousnesse of the King of SpayneListening to no reasoning for it, be it good or badMany women now-a-days of mean sort in the streets, but no menMilke, which I drank to take away, my heartburneNo money to do it with, nor anybody to trust us without itRather hear a cat mew, than the best musique in the worldSays, of all places, if there be hell, it is hereSo to bed in some little discontent, but no words from meThe gentlemen captains will undo usTo bed, after washing my legs and feet with warm waterVenison-pasty that we have for supper to-night to the cook'sWith a shower of hail as big as walnutsWorld sees now the use of them for shelter of men (fore-castles)
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, AUG/SEP 1666 [sp52g10.txt]
About my new closet, for my mind is full of nothing but thatAbout the nature of soundsAll the innocent pleasure in the worldAngry, and so continued till bed, and did not sleep friendsBeare-gardenBeing examined at Allgate, whether we were husbands and wivesDid dig another, and put our wine in it; and I my Parmazan cheeseDo bury still of the plague seven or eight in a dayDurst not ask any body how it was with usEvelyn, who cries out against it, and calls it bitcheringFire grow; and, as it grew darker, appeared more and moreGood sport of the bull's tossing of the dogsGreat fire they saw in the CityHorrid malicious bloody flameI never did observe so much of myself in my lifeNo manner of means used to quench the fireNot permit her begin to do so, lest worse should followOffered to stop the fire near his house for such a rewardPain to ride in a coach with them, for fear of being seenPlot in it, and that the French had done itPut up with too much care, that I have forgot where they areRemoving goods from one burned house to anotherSad sight it was: the whole City almost on fireStaying out late, and painting in the absence of her husbandThere did 'tout ce que je voudrais avec' herThis unhappinesse of ours do give them heartYe pulling down of houses, in ye way of ye fire
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, OCTOBER 1666 [sp53g10.txt]
Being there, and seeming to do something, while we do notBill against importing Irish cattleBringing over one discontented man, you raise up threeBut how many years I cannot tell; but my wife says tenBut pretty! how I took another pretty woman for herCatholiques are everywhere and boldDid tumble them all the afternoon as I pleasedDiscoursing upon the sad condition of the timesExceeding kind to me, more than usual, which makes me afeardFashion, the King says; he will never changeI did what I would, and might have done anything elseKing be desired to put all Catholiques out of employmentKing hath lost his power, by submitting himself to this waySo home to supper, and to bed, it being my wedding nightThe very rum man must have L200Time spending, and no money to set anything in hand
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOVEMBER 1666 [sp54g10.txt]
Amending of bad blood by borrowing from a better bodyAnd for his beef, says he, "Look how fat it is"First their apes, that they may be afterwards their slavesFor a land-tax and against a general exciseI had six noble dishes for them, dressed by a man-cookIn opposition to France, had made us throw off their fashionMagnifying the graces of the nobility and prelatesOrigin in the use of a plane against the grain of the woodPlay on the harpsicon, till she tired everybodyReading to my wife and brother something in ChaucerSaid that there hath been a design to poison the KingTax the same man in three or four several capacitiesThere I did lay the beginnings of a future 'amour con elle'Too much ill newes true, to afflict ourselves with uncertainWhat I had writ foule in short hand
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, DECEMBER 1666 [sp55g10.txt]
Being five years behindhand for their wages (court musicians)But fit she should live where he hath a mindGladder to have just now received it (than a promise)Most homely widow, but young, and pretty rich, and good naturedNo Parliament can, as he says, be kept long goodPeace with France, which, as a Presbyterian, he do not likeThat I may have nothing by me but what is worth keepingWeary of the following of my pleasure
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1666 N.S. COMPLETE [sp56g10.txt]
A cat will be a cat stillAbout the nature of soundsAbout my new closet, for my mind is full of nothing but thatAfter a harsh word or two my wife and I good friendsAll the innocent pleasure in the worldAmending of bad blood by borrowing from a better bodyAnd if ever I fall on it again, I deserve to be undoneAnd for his beef, says he, "Look how fat it is"Angry, and so continued till bed, and did not sleep friendsApprehension of the King of France's invading usAs very a gossip speaking of her neighbours as any bodyAshamed at myself for this losse of timeBaited at Islington, and so late home about 11 at nightBeare-gardenBegun to write idle and from the purposeBeing there, and seeming to do something, while we do notBeing examined at Allgate, whether we were husbands and wivesBeing five years behindhand for their wages (court musicians)Better the musique, the more sicke it makes himBill against importing Irish cattleBringing over one discontented man, you raise up threeBut pretty! how I took another pretty woman for herBut fit she should live where he hath a mindBut how many years I cannot tell; but my wife says tenBy and by met at her chamber, and there did what I wouldCalled at a little ale-house, and had an eele pyeCatholiques are everywhere and boldChecking her last night in the coach in her long storiesContempt of the ceremoniousnesse of the King of SpayneCounterfeit mirthe and pleasure with them, but had but littleDid tumble them all the afternoon as I pleasedDid drink of the College beer, which is very goodDid dig another, and put our wine in it; and I my Parmazan cheeseDiscoursing upon the sad condition of the timesDo bury still of the plague seven or eight in a dayDriven down again with a stinke by Sir W. Pen's shying of a potDurst not ask any body how it was with usEvelyn, who cries out against it, and calls it bitcheringExceeding kind to me, more than usual, which makes me afeardFashion, the King says; he will never changeFire grow; and, as it grew darker, appeared more and moreFirst their apes, that they may be afterwards their slavesFor a land-tax and against a general exciseForetelling the draught of water of a ship before she be launcheGladder to have just now received it (than a promise)Good sport of the bull's tossing of the dogsGot her upon my knee (the coach being full) and played with herGreat fire they saw in the CityGreat deale of tittle tattle discourse to little purposeGreat newes of the Swedes declaring for us against the DutchHe is such innocent companyHe has been inconvenienced by being too free in discourseHere I first saw oranges growHorrid malicious bloody flameI to bed even by daylightI do not value her, or mind her as I oughtI did what I would, and might have done anything elseI never did observe so much of myself in my lifeI had six noble dishes for them, dressed by a man-cookIn opposition to France, had made us throw off their fashionKing hath lost his power, by submitting himself to this wayKing be desired to put all Catholiques out of employmentLady Duchesse the veryest slut and drudgeLast act of friendship in telling me of my faults alsoListening to no reasoning for it, be it good or badLong petticoat dragging under their men's coatsMagnifying the graces of the nobility and prelatesMany women now-a-days of mean sort in the streets, but no menMass, and some of their musique, which is not so contemptibleMightily pleased with myself for the business that I have doneMightily vexed at my being abroad with these womenMilke, which I drank to take away, my heartburneMost homely widow, but young, and pretty rich, and good naturedNever fought with worse officers in his lifeNo Parliament can, as he says, be kept long goodNo manner of means used to quench the fireNo money to do it with, nor anybody to trust us without itNot being well pleased with her over free and loose companyNot permit her begin to do so, lest worse should followNow very big, and within a fortnight of lying downOffered to stop the fire near his house for such a rewardOrigin in the use of a plane against the grain of the woodOut also to and fro, to see and be seenPain to ride in a coach with them, for fear of being seenPeace with France, which, as a Presbyterian, he do not likePlay on the harpsicon, till she tired everybodyPlot in it, and that the French had done itProviding against a foule day to get as much money into my handsPut up with too much care, that I have forgot where they areRather hear a cat mew, than the best musique in the worldReading over my dear "Faber fortunae," of my Lord Bacon'sReading to my wife and brother something in ChaucerRejoiced over head and ears in this good newesRemoving goods from one burned house to anotherRequisite I be prepared against the man's friendshipSad sight it was: the whole City almost on fireSaid that there hath been a design to poison the KingSang till about twelve at night, with mighty pleasureSays, of all places, if there be hell, it is hereScotch song of "Barbary Allen"Send up and down for a nurse to take the girle homeShy of any warr hereafter, or to prepare better for itSo home to supper, and to bed, it being my wedding nightSo back again home to supper and to bed with great pleasureSo to bed in some little discontent, but no words from meSo home and to supper with beans and bacon and to bedStaying out late, and painting in the absence of her husbandTax the same man in three or four several capacitiesThat I may have nothing by me but what is worth keepingThat I may look as a man minding businessThe gentlemen captains will undo usThe very rum man must have L200Thence to Mrs. Martin's, and did what I would with herThere did what 'je voudrais avec' her . . . .There did 'tout ce que je voudrais avec' herThere I did lay the beginnings of a future 'amour con elle'There did what I would with herThink that we are beaten in every respectThis is the use we make of our fathersThis unhappinesse of ours do give them heartThrough want of money and good conductTime spending, and no money to set anything in handTo bed, after washing my legs and feet with warm waterToo late for them to enjoy it with any pleasureToo much ill newes true, to afflict ourselves with uncertainTook him home the money, and, though much to my griefTooke my wife well dressed into the Hall to see and be seenTooth-ake made him no company, and spoilt oursUnless my too-much addiction to pleasure undo meVenison-pasty that we have for supper to-night to the cook'sWeary of the following of my pleasureWhat I had writ foule in short handWhat itching desire I did endeavour to see Bagwell's wifeWherewith to give every body something for their painsWho must except against every thing and remedy nothingWith a shower of hail as big as walnutsWorld sees now the use of them for shelter of men (fore-castles)Ye pulling down of houses, in ye way of ye fireYoung man play the foole upon the doctrine of purgatory
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JANUARY 1966/67 [sp57g10.txt]
Baker's house in Pudding Lane, where the late great fire begunBill against importing Cattle from IrelandBut my wife vexed, which vexed meClap of the pox which he got about twelve years agoCome to us out of bed in his furred mittens and furred capCourt full of great apprehensions of the FrenchDeclared he will never have another public mistress againDesk fastened to one of the armes of his chayreDo outdo the Lords infinitely (debates in the Commons)Enough existed to build a ship (Pieces of the true Cross)Enviously, said, I could not come honestly by themErasmus "de scribendis epistolis"For I will be hanged before I seek to him, unless I see I needGold holds up its price stillHave not any awe over them from the King's displeasure (Commons)He will do no good, he being a man of an unsettled headI did get her hand to me under my cloakI perceive no passion in a woman can be lasting longMazer or drinking-bowl turned out of some kind of woodMirrors which makes the room seem both bigger and lighterOutdo for neatness and plenty anything done by any of themPoll BillSaying, that for money he might be got to our sideSermon without affectation or studySome ends of my own in what advice I do give herThe pleasure of my not committing these things to my memoryVery great tax; but yet I do think it is so perplexedWhere a piece of the Cross isWhip this child till the blood come, if it were my child!Whom, in mirth to us, he calls AntichristWonders that she cannot be as good within as she is fair withoutYet let him remember the days of darkness
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, FEBRUARY 1966/67 [sp58g10.txt]
Being taken with a Psalmbook or TestamentConsider that this is all the pleasure I live for in the worldDinner, an ill and little mean one, with foul cloth and dishesIf the word Inquisition be but mentionedKing's service is undone, and those that trust him perishMean, methinks, and is as if they had married like dog and bitchMusique in the morning to call up our new-married peopleMust yet pay to the Poll Bill for this pension (unreceived)New medall, where, in little, there is Mrs. Steward's faceNot thinking them safe men to receive such a gratuityOnly because she sees it is the fashion (She likes it)Prince's being trepanned, which was in doing just as we passedProud that she shall come to trillReceive the applications of people, and hath presentsSeems she hath had long melancholy upon herSermon upon Original Sin, neither understood by himselfSick of it and of him for itThe world do not grow old at allThen home, and merry with my wifeThough he knows, if he be not a fool, that I love him notTo my joy, I met not with any that have sped better than myselfUsed to make coal fires, and wash my foul clothes
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MARCH 1966/67 [sp59g10.txt]
Angling with a minikin, a gut-string varnished overBetter now than neverBring me a periwig, but it was full of nitsBuying up of goods in case there should be warFor I will not be inward with him that is open to anotherHe is a man of no worth in the world but complimentHistory of this day's growth, we cannot tell the truthI love the treason I hate the traitorKing of France did think other princes fit for nothingMy wife will keep to one another and let the world go hangNo man knowing what to do, whether to sell or buyNot more than I expected, nor so much by a great deal as I oughtNow above six months since (smoke from the cellars)Reparation for what we had embezzledUncertainty of all historyWhatever I do give to anybody else, I shall give her
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, APRIL 1667 [sp60g10.txt]
As he called it, the King's seventeenth whore abroadHe is not a man fit to be told what one hearsI having now seen a play every day this weekIll sign when we are once to come to study how to excuseKing is offended with the Duke of Richmond's marryingMrs. Stewart's sending the King his jewels againMuch difficulty to get pews, I offering the sexton moneyMy people do observe my minding my pleasure more than usualMy wife this night troubled at my leaving her alone so muchNever was known to keep two mistresses in his life (Charles II.)Officers are four years behind-hand unpaidSparrowgrassSuspect the badness of the peace we shall makeSwear they will not go to be killed and have no pay
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAY 1667 [sp61g10.txt]
Advantage a man of the law hath over all other peopleCertainly Annapolis must be defended,—where is Annapolis?Credit of this office hath received by this rogue's occasionDid take me up very prettily in one or two things that I saidFather, who to supper and betimes to bed at his country hoursGive the King of France Nova Scotia, which he do not likeHath given her the pox, but I hope it is not soHow do the children?Hunt up and down with its mouth if you touch the cheekJust set down to dinner, and I dined with them, as I intendedLittle worth of this world, to buy it with so much painLooks to lie down about two months hencePit, where the bears are baitedSaid to die with the cleanest hands that ever any Lord TreasurerSays of wood, that it is an excrescence of the earthShame such a rogue should give me and all of us this troubleStreet ordered to be continued, forty feet broad, from Paul'sThink never to see this woman—at least, to have her here moreWe find the two young ladies come home, and their patches offWhich he left him in the lurchWho continues so ill as not to be troubled with businessWhose red nose makes me ashamed to be seen with himWretch, n., often used as an expression of endearment
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JUNE 1667 [sp62g10.txt]
Buying his place of my Lord BarkelyHeeling her on one side to make her draw little waterKnow yourself to be secure, in being necessary to the officeNight the Dutch burned our ships the King did sup with CastlemayneYoung fellow, with his hat cocked like a fool behind
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JULY 1667 [sp63g10.txt]
20s. in money, and what wine she needed, for the burying himArchbishop is a wencher, and known to be soBold to deliver what he thinks on every occasionCast stones with his horne crookeCourt is in a way to ruin all for their pleasuresDash the brains of it out before the King's faceDog, that would turn a sheep any way whichDutch fleets being in so many placesFool's play with which all publick things are doneGood purpose of fitting ourselves for another war (A Peace)He was charged with making himself popularKing governed by his lust, and women, and rogues about himKing is at the command of any woman like a slaveKing the necessity of having, at least, a show of religionNever to keep a country-house, but to keep a coachNobody being willing to trust us for anythingShe has this silly vanity that she must playSo every thing stands still for moneyThey are all mad; and thus the kingdom is governed!What way a man could devise to lose so much in so little time
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, AUGUST 1667 [sp64g10.txt]
Beginnings of discontents take so much root between usEat some of the best cheese-cakes that ever I eat in my lifeHugged, it being cold now in the mornings . . . .I would not enquire into anything, but let her talkIll-bred woman, would take exceptions at anything any body saidKingdom will fall back again to a commonwealthLittle content most people have in the peaceNecessary, and yet the peace is so bad in its termsNever laughed so in all my life. I laughed till my head achedNobody knows which side will be uppermostSermon ended, and the church broke up, and my amours ended alsoSpends his time here most, playing at bowlesTake pins out of her pocket to prick me if I should touch herThe gates of the City shut, it being so lateThey want where to set their feet, to begin to do any thingTroubled to think what trouble a rogue may without cause giveWise men do prepare to remove abroad what they have
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, SEPTEMBER 1667 [sp65g10.txt]
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, OCTOBER 1667 [sp66g10.txt]
Commons, where there is nothing done but by passion, and factionDisquiet all night, telling of the clock till it was daylightPainful to keep money, as well as to get itSorry thing to be a poor KingSpares not to blame another to defend himselfWise man's not being wise at all times
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOVEMBER 1667 [sp67g10.txt]
Anthem anything but instrumentall musique with the voiceChief Court of judicature (House of Lords)Confidence, and vanity, and disparages everythingHad the umbles of it for dinnerI am not a man able to go through trouble, as other menLiberty of speech in the HouseNor offer anything, but just what is drawn out of a manThrough my wife's illness had a bad night of it, and she a worseWhat I said would not hold water
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, DECEMBER 1967 [sp68g10.txt]
A gainful trade, but yet make me great troubleEvery body leads, and nobody followsLady Castlemayne's nose out of joyntMake a man wonder at the good fortune of such a foolMr. William Pen a Quaker againRun over their beads with one hand, and point and play and talkSilence; it being seldom any wrong to a man to say nothingSpeaks rarely, which pleases me mightilySport to me to see him so earnest on so little occasionSupper and to bed without one word one to anotherVoyage to Newcastle for coles
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1667 N.S. COMPLETE [sp69g10.txt]
20s. in money, and what wine she needed, for the burying himA gainful trade, but yet make me great troubleAct of Council passed, to put out all Papists in officeAdvantage a man of the law hath over all other peopleAnd a deal of do of which I am wearyAngling with a minikin, a gut-string varnished overAnthem anything but instrumentall musique with the voiceArchbishop is a wencher, and known to be soAs he called it, the King's seventeenth whore abroadBaker's house in Pudding Lane, where the late great fire begunBeginnings of discontents take so much root between usBeing taken with a Psalmbook or TestamentBetter now than neverBill against importing Cattle from IrelandBold to deliver what he thinks on every occasionBring me a periwig, but it was full of nitsBut do it with mighty vanity and talkingBut my wife vexed, which vexed meBuying his place of my Lord BarkelyBuying up of goods in case there should be warCast stones with his horne crookeCertainly Annapolis must be defended,—where is Annapolis?Chief Court of judicature (House of Lords)Clap of the pox which he got about twelve years agoCome to us out of bed in his furred mittens and furred capCommons, where there is nothing done but by passion, and factionConfidence, and vanity, and disparages everythingConsider that this is all the pleasure I live for in the worldCourt full of great apprehensions of the FrenchCourt is in a way to ruin all for their pleasuresCredit of this office hath received by this rogue's occasionDash the brains of it out before the King's faceDeclared he will never have another public mistress againDesk fastened to one of the armes of his chayreDid take me up very prettily in one or two things that I saidDinner, an ill and little mean one, with foul cloth and dishesDisquiet all night, telling of the clock till it was daylightDo outdo the Lords infinitely (debates in the Commons)Dog, that would turn a sheep any way whichDutch fleets being in so many placesEat some of the best cheese-cakes that ever I eat in my lifeEnough existed to build a ship (Pieces of the true Cross)Enviously, said, I could not come honestly by themErasmus "de scribendis epistolis"Every body leads, and nobody followsFather, who to supper and betimes to bed at his country hoursFeared she hath from some [one] or other of a presentFell a-crying for joy, being all maudlin and kissing one anotherFool's play with which all publick things are doneFor I will not be inward with him that is open to anotherFor I will be hanged before I seek to him, unless I see I needFound to be with child, do never stir out of their bedsGive the King of France Nova Scotia, which he do not likeGold holds up its price stillGood purpose of fitting ourselves for another war (A Peace)Had his hand cut off, and was hanged presently!Had the umbles of it for dinnerHates to have any body mention what he had done the day beforeHath given her the pox, but I hope it is not soHave not any awe over them from the King's displeasure (Commons)He was charged with making himself popularHe is not a man fit to be told what one hearsHe will do no good, he being a man of an unsettled headHe is a man of no worth in the world but complimentHeeling her on one side to make her draw little waterHistory of this day's growth, we cannot tell the truthHouse of Lords is the last appeal that a man can makeHow do the children?Hugged, it being cold now in the mornings . . . .Hunt up and down with its mouth if you touch the cheekI would not enquire into anything, but let her talkI am not a man able to go through trouble, as other menI having now seen a play every day this weekI perceive no passion in a woman can be lasting longI did get her hand to me under my cloakI love the treason I hate the traitorI find her painted, which makes me loathe her (cosmetics)If the word Inquisition be but mentionedIll-bred woman, would take exceptions at anything any body saidIll sign when we are once to come to study how to excuseJust set down to dinner, and I dined with them, as I intendedKing do resolve to declare the Duke of Monmouth legitimateKing is at the command of any woman like a slaveKing the necessity of having, at least, a show of religionKing is offended with the Duke of Richmond's marryingKing of France did think other princes fit for nothingKing governed by his lust, and women, and rogues about himKing's service is undone, and those that trust him perishKingdom will fall back again to a commonwealthKnow yourself to be secure, in being necessary to the officeLady Castlemayne's nose out of joyntLady Castlemayne is compounding with the King for a pensionLiberty of speech in the HouseLittle content most people have in the peaceLittle worth of this world, to buy it with so much painLooks to lie down about two months henceMake a man wonder at the good fortune of such a foolMazer or drinking-bowl turned out of some kind of woodMean, methinks, and is as if they had married like dog and bitchMirrors which makes the room seem both bigger and lighterMr. William Pen a Quaker againMrs. Stewart's sending the King his jewels againMuch difficulty to get pews, I offering the sexton moneyMusique in the morning to call up our new-married peopleMust yet pay to the Poll Bill for this pension (unreceived)My wife will keep to one another and let the world go hangMy intention to learn to trillMy people do observe my minding my pleasure more than usualMy wife this night troubled at my leaving her alone so muchNecessary, and yet the peace is so bad in its termsNever laughed so in all my life. I laughed till my head achedNever was known to keep two mistresses in his life (Charles II.)Never, while he lives, truckle under any body or any factionNever to keep a country-house, but to keep a coachNew medall, where, in little, there is Mrs. Steward's faceNight the Dutch burned our ships the King did sup with CastlemayneNo man knowing what to do, whether to sell or buyNobody knows which side will be uppermostNobody being willing to trust us for anythingNor offer anything, but just what is drawn out of a manNot more than I expected, nor so much by a great deal as I oughtNot thinking them safe men to receive such a gratuityNow above six months since (smoke from the cellars)Officers are four years behind-hand unpaidOnly because she sees it is the fashion (She likes it)Outdo for neatness and plenty anything done by any of themPainful to keep money, as well as to get itPit, where the bears are baitedPoll BillPressing in it as if none of us had like care with himPrince's being trepanned, which was in doing just as we passedProud that she shall come to trillReceive the applications of people, and hath presentsReparation for what we had embezzledRun over their beads with one hand, and point and play and talkSaid to die with the cleanest hands that ever any Lord TreasurerSaying, that for money he might be got to our sideSays of wood, that it is an excrescence of the earthSeems she hath had long melancholy upon herSermon ended, and the church broke up, and my amours ended alsoSermon upon Original Sin, neither understood by himselfSermon without affectation or studyShame such a rogue should give me and all of us this troubleShe has this silly vanity that she must playSick of it and of him for itSilence; it being seldom any wrong to a man to say nothingSinging with many voices is not singingSo every thing stands still for moneySome ends of my own in what advice I do give herSorry thing to be a poor KingSpares not to blame another to defend himselfSparrowgrassSpeaks rarely, which pleases me mightilySpends his time here most, playing at bowlesSport to me to see him so earnest on so little occasionStreet ordered to be continued, forty feet broad, from Paul'sSupper and to bed without one word one to anotherSuspect the badness of the peace we shall makeSwear they will not go to be killed and have no payTake pins out of her pocket to prick me if I should touch herThe pleasure of my not committing these things to my memoryThe world do not grow old at allThe gates of the City shut, it being so lateTheir condition was a little below my present stateThen home, and merry with my wifeThey are all mad; and thus the kingdom is governed!They want where to set their feet, to begin to do any thingThink never to see this woman—at least, to have her here moreThough he knows, if he be not a fool, that I love him notThrough my wife's illness had a bad night of it, and she a worseTo my joy, I met not with any that have sped better than myselfTroubled to think what trouble a rogue may without cause giveUncertainty of all historyUsed to make coal fires, and wash my foul clothesVery great tax; but yet I do think it is so perplexedVoyage to Newcastle for colesWe find the two young ladies come home, and their patches offWeary of it; but it will please the citizensWeigh him after he had done playingWhat way a man could devise to lose so much in so little timeWhat I said would not hold waterWhatever I do give to anybody else, I shall give herWhere a piece of the Cross isWhich he left him in the lurchWhip this child till the blood come, if it were my child!Who continues so ill as not to be troubled with businessWhom, in mirth to us, he calls AntichristWhose red nose makes me ashamed to be seen with himWise man's not being wise at all timesWise men do prepare to remove abroad what they haveWonders that she cannot be as good within as she is fair withoutWretch, n., often used as an expression of endearmentYet let him remember the days of darknessYoung fellow, with his hat cocked like a fool behind
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JANUARY 1667/68 [sp70g10.txt]
And they did lay pigeons to his feetAs all other women, cry, and yet talk of other thingsCarry them to a box, which did cost me 20s., besides orangesDeclared, if he come, she would not live with meFear that the goods and estate would be seized (after suicide)Fears some will stand for the tolerating of PapistsGreater number of Counsellors is, the more confused the issueHe that will not stoop for a pin, will never be worth a poundIn my nature am mighty unready to answer no to anythingIt may be, be able to pay for it, or have healthLady Castlemayne do rule all at this time as much as everNo man was ever known to lose the first timeShe loves to be taken dressing herself, as I always find herThe devil being too cunning to discourage a gamesterThe manner of the gamingThis kind of prophane, mad entertainment they give themselvesTurn out every man that will be drunk, they must turn out allWhere I expect most I find least satisfaction
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, FEBRUARY 1667/68 [sp71g10.txt]
Being very poor and mean as to the bearing with troubleBite at the stone, and not at the hand that flings itBurned it, that it might not be among my books to my shameCome to see them in bed together, on their wedding-nightFear what would become of me if any real affliction should comeForce a man to swear against himselfL'escholle des filles, a lewd bookLive of L100 a year with more plenty, and wine and wenchesNo pleasure—only the variety of it
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MARCH 1667/68 [sp72g10.txt]
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, APRIL 1668 [sp73g10.txt]
Best fence against the Parliament's present fury is delayBut this the world believes, and so let themCoach to W. Coventry about Mrs. Pett, 1s.Ever have done his maister better service than to hang for him?Making their own advantages to the disturbance of the peaceParliament being vehement against the NonconformistsRough notes were made to serve for a sort of account bookSaw two battles of cocks, wherein is no great sportWhip a boy at each place they stop at in their processionWork that is not made the work of any one man
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAY 1668 [sp74g10.txt]
And will not kiss a woman since his wife's deathBeating of a poor little dog to death, letting it lieCity to be burned, and the Papists to cut our throatsDisorder in the pit by its raining in, from the cupolaDown to the Whey house and drank some and eat some curdsEat some butter and radishesLittle company there, which made it very unpleasingSo time do alter, and do doubtless the like in myselfThere setting a poor man to keep my placeWhom I find in bed, and pretended a little not well
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JUN/JUL 1668 [sp75g10.txt]
At work, till I was almost blind, which makes my heart sadBristol milk (the sherry) in the vaultsBut get no ground there yetCannot be clean to go so many bodies together in the same waterCity pay him great respect, and he the like to the meanestCost me L5, which troubles me, but yet do please me alsoEspinette is the French term for a small harpsichordForced to change gold, 8s. 7d.; servants and poor, 1s. 6d.Frequent trouble in things we deserve best inHow natural it is for us to slight people out of powerI could have answered, but forboreLittle pleasure now in a play, the company being but littleMade him admire my drawing a thing presently in shorthandMy wife hath something in her gizzard, that only waitsMy wife's neglect of things, and impertinent humourSo out, and lost our way, which made me vexedSuffered her humour to spend, till we begun to be very quietTroubled me, to see the confidence of the vice of the ageUp, finding our beds good, but lousy; which made us merryWeather being very wet and hot to keep meat in.When he was seriously ill he declared himself a Roman CatholicWhere a pedlar was in bed, and made him rise
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, AUGUST 1668 [sp76g10.txt]
And the woman so silly, as to let her go that took itBut what they did, I did not enquireFamily governed so nobly and neatly as do me good to see itI know not whether to be glad or sorryMy heart beginning to falsify in this businessPictures of some Maids of Honor: good, but not likeResolved to go through it, and it is too late to help it nowSaw "Mackbeth," to our great contentThe factious part of the ParliamentThough I know it will set the Office and me by the ears for ever
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, SEP/OCT 1668 [sp77g10.txt]
A book the Bishops will not let be printed againAll things to be managed with factionBeing the people that, at last, will be found the wisestBusiness of abusing the Puritans begins to grow staleCannot get suitably, without breach of his honourCaustic attack on Sir Robert HowardDoe from Cobham, when the season comes, bucks season being pastForgetting many things, which her master beat her forGlad to be at friendship with me, though we hate one anotherI away with great content, my mind being troubled beforeMy wife having a mind to see the play "Bartholomew-Fayre"My wife, coming up suddenly, did find me embracing the girlPresbyterian style and the Independent are the bestRidiculous nonsensical book set out by Will. Pen, for the QuakerShows how unfit I am for troubleSir, your faithful and humble servantThe most ingenious men may sometimes be mistakenTheir ladies in the box, being grown mighty kind of a suddenVexed me, but I made no matter of it, but vexed to myselfWith hangings not fit to be seen with mine
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOVEMBER 1668 [sp78g10.txt]
Calling me dog and rogue, and that I had a rotten heartHave me get to be a Parliament-man the next ParliamentI have a good mind to have the maidenhead of this girlResolve never to give her trouble of that kind moreShould alway take somebody with me, or her herselfThere being no curse in the world so great as this
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, DECEMBER 1668 [sp79g10.txt]
Craft and cunning concerning the buying and choosing of horsesDid see the knaveries and tricks of jockeysHath not a liberty of begging till he hath served three yearsHe told me that he had so good spiesLaissez nous affaire—ColbertNonconformists do now preach openly in housesOffered to shew my wife further satisfaction if she desiredSeeing that he cared so little if he was outTell me that I speak in my dreams
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1668 N.S. COMPLETE [sp80g10.txt]
A book the Bishops will not let be printed againAct against Nonconformists and PapistsAll things to be managed with factionAnd will not kiss a woman since his wife's deathAnd the woman so silly, as to let her go that took itAnd they did lay pigeons to his feetAs all other women, cry, and yet talk of other thingsAt work, till I was almost blind, which makes my heart sadBeating of a poor little dog to death, letting it lieBeing very poor and mean as to the bearing with troubleBeing the people that, at last, will be found the wisestBest fence against the Parliament's present fury is delayBite at the stone, and not at the hand that flings itBookseller's, and there looked for Montaigne's EssaysBought Montaigne's Essays, in EnglishBristol milk (the sherry) in the vaultsBurned it, that it might not be among my books to my shameBusiness of abusing the Puritans begins to grow staleBut get no ground there yetBut this the world believes, and so let themBut what they did, I did not enquireBut if she will ruin herself, I cannot help itCalling me dog and rogue, and that I had a rotten heartCannot get suitably, without breach of his honourCannot be clean to go so many bodies together in the same waterCarry them to a box, which did cost me 20s., besides orangesCaustic attack on Sir Robert HowardCity to be burned, and the Papists to cut our throatsCity pay him great respect, and he the like to the meanestCoach to W. Coventry about Mrs. Pett, 1s.Come to see them in bed together, on their wedding-nightCost me L5, which troubles me, but yet do please me alsoCraft and cunning concerning the buying and choosing of horsesDeclared, if he come, she would not live with meDid see the knaveries and tricks of jockeysDisorder in the pit by its raining in, from the cupolaDoe from Cobham, when the season comes, bucks season being pastDown to the Whey house and drank some and eat some curdsEat some butter and radishesEndangering the nation, when he knew himself such a cowardEspinette is the French term for a small harpsichordEver have done his maister better service than to hang for him?Family governed so nobly and neatly as do me good to see itFear what would become of me if any real affliction should comeFear that the goods and estate would be seized (after suicide)Fears some will stand for the tolerating of PapistsForce a man to swear against himselfForced to change gold, 8s. 7d.; servants and poor, 1s. 6d.Forgetting many things, which her master beat her forFrequent trouble in things we deserve best inGlad to be at friendship with me, though we hate one anotherGreater number of Counsellors is, the more confused the issueHath not a liberty of begging till he hath served three yearsHave me get to be a Parliament-man the next ParliamentHe that will not stoop for a pin, will never be worth a poundHe told me that he had so good spiesHow natural it is for us to slight people out of powerI know not how in the world to abstain from readingI have a good mind to have the maidenhead of this girlI could have answered, but forboreI away with great content, my mind being troubled beforeI know not whether to be glad or sorryIn my nature am mighty unready to answer no to anythingInventing a better theory of musiqueIt may be, be able to pay for it, or have healthKing, "it is then but Mr. Pepys making of another speech to them"L'escholle des filles, a lewd bookLady Castlemayne do rule all at this time as much as everLaissez nous affaire - ColbertLittle company there, which made it very unpleasingLittle pleasure now in a play, the company being but littleLive of L100 a year with more plenty, and wine and wenchesMade him admire my drawing a thing presently in shorthandMaking their own advantages to the disturbance of the peaceMy wife having a mind to see the play "Bartholomew-Fayre"My wife hath something in her gizzard, that only waitsMy wife, coming up suddenly, did find me embracing the girlMy wife's neglect of things, and impertinent humourMy heart beginning to falsify in this businessNever saw so many sit four hours together to hear any manNo pleasure—only the variety of itNo man was ever known to lose the first timeNonconformists do now preach openly in housesNot eat a bit of good meat till he has got money to pay the menOffered to shew my wife further satisfaction if she desiredParliament being vehement against the NonconformistsPictures of some Maids of Honor: good, but not likePresbyterian style and the Independent are the bestResolve never to give her trouble of that kind moreResolved to go through it, and it is too late to help it nowRidiculous nonsensical book set out by Will. Pen, for the QuakerRough notes were made to serve for a sort of account bookSaw two battles of cocks, wherein is no great sportSaw "Mackbeth," to our great contentSeeing that he cared so little if he was outShe loves to be taken dressing herself, as I always find herShould alway take somebody with me, or her herselfShows how unfit I am for troubleSir, your faithful and humble servantSlabbering themselves, and mirth fit for clownesSo out, and lost our way, which made me vexedSo time do alter, and do doubtless the like in myselfSuffered her humour to spend, till we begun to be very quietTell me that I speak in my dreamsThe factious part of the ParliamentThe manner of the gamingThe most ingenious men may sometimes be mistakenThe devil being too cunning to discourage a gamesterTheir ladies in the box, being grown mighty kind of a suddenThere being no curse in the world so great as thisThere setting a poor man to keep my placeThis kind of prophane, mad entertainment they give themselvesThough I know it will set the Office and me by the ears for everTo be enjoyed while we are young and capable of these joysTried the effect of my silence and not provoking herTrouble, and more money, to every Watch, to them to drinkTroubled me, to see the confidence of the vice of the ageTurn out every man that will be drunk, they must turn out allUncertainty of beautyUp, finding our beds good, but lousy; which made us merryVexed me, but I made no matter of it, but vexed to myselfWeather being very wet and hot to keep meat in.When he was seriously ill he declared himself a Roman CatholicWhere I expect most I find least satisfactionWhere a pedlar was in bed, and made him riseWhip a boy at each place they stop at in their processionWhom I find in bed, and pretended a little not wellWith hangings not fit to be seen with mineWithout importunity or the contraryWork that is not made the work of any one man
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JANUARY 1668/69 [sp81g10.txt]
Dine with them, at my cozen Roger's mistress'sDutchmen come out of the mouth and tail of a Hamburgh sowFain to keep a woman on purpose at 20s. a weekFind it a base copy of a good originall, that vexed meFound in my head and body about twenty lice, little and greatI have itched mightily these 6 or 7 daysI know I have made myself an immortal enemy by itLady Castlemayne is now in a higher command over the KingMighty fond in the stories she tells of her son WillObserving my eyes to be mightily employed in the playhouseProud, carping, insolent, and ironically-prophane stileShe finds that I am lousyUnquiet which her ripping up of old faults will give meUp, and with W. Hewer, my guard, to White HallWeeping to myself for grief, which she discerning, come to bed
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, FEB/MAR 1668/69 [sp82g10.txt]
Broken sort of people, that have not much to loseBut so fearful I am of discontenting my wifeBy her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at lastHave not much to lose, and therefore will venture allHis satisfaction is nothing worth, it being easily gotNor was there any pretty woman that I did see, but my wifeWith egg to keep off the glaring of the light
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, APR/MAY 1668 [sp83g10.txt]
Drawing up a foul draught of my petition to the Duke of YorkLast day of their doubtfulness touching her being with childQuite according to the fashion—nothing to drink or eat
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1669 N.S. COMPLETE [sp84g10.txt]
Broken sort of people, that have not much to loseBut so fearful I am of discontenting my wifeBy her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at lastDine with them, at my cozen Roger's mistress'sDrawing up a foul draught of my petition to the Duke of YorkDutchmen come out of the mouth and tail of a Hamburgh sowFain to keep a woman on purpose at 20s. a weekFind it a base copy of a good originall, that vexed meFound in my head and body about twenty lice, little and greatHave not much to lose, and therefore will venture allHis satisfaction is nothing worth, it being easily gotI have itched mightily these 6 or 7 daysI know I have made myself an immortal enemy by itLady Castlemayne is now in a higher command over the KingLast day of their doubtfulness touching her being with childMighty fond in the stories she tells of her son WillNor was there any pretty woman that I did see, but my wifeObserving my eyes to be mightily employed in the playhouseProud, carping, insolent, and ironically-prophane stileQuite according to the fashion—nothing to drink or eatShe finds that I am lousyUnquiet which her ripping up of old faults will give meUp, and with W. Hewer, my guard, to White HallWeeping to myself for grief, which she discerning, come to bedWith egg to keep off the glaring of the light
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, COMPLETE AND UNABRIDGED [sp85g10.txt]