20s. in money, and what wine she needed, for the burying himA mad merry slut she isA real and not a complimentary acknowledgmentA good handsome wench I kissed, the first that I have seenA 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 himA little while since a very likely man to live as any I knewA lady spit backward upon me by a mistakeA gainful trade, but yet make me great troubleA great baboon, but so much like a man in most thingsA play not very good, though commended muchA very fine dinnerA cat will be a cat stillA book the Bishops will not let be printed againA woman sober, and no high-flyer, as he calls itA most tedious, unreasonable, and impertinent sermonAbout two o'clock, too late and too soon to go home to bedAbout several businesses, hoping to get money by themAbout my new closet, for my mind is full of nothing but thatAbout the nature of soundsAcademy was dissolved by order of the PopeAccounts I never did see, or hope again to see in my daysAct against Nonconformists and PapistsAct of Council passed, to put out all Papists in officeAdvantage a man of the law hath over all other peopleAfeard of being louzyAfeard that my Lady Castlemaine will keep still with the KingAfraid now to bring in any accounts for journeysAfter taking leave of my wife, which we could hardly do kindlyAfter awhile I caressed her and parted seeming friendsAfter many protestings by degrees I did arrive at what I wouldAfter dinner my wife comes up to me and all friends againAfter oysters, at first course, a hash of rabbits, a lambAfter some pleasant talk, my wife, Ashwell, and I to bedAfter a harsh word or two my wife and I good friendsAgain that she spoke but somewhat of what she had in her heartAgreed at L3 a year (she would not serve under)All ended in loveAll the men were dead of the plague, and the ship cast ashoreAll made much worse in their report among people than they areAll the fleas came to him and not to meAll divided that were bred so long at school togetherAll may see how slippery places all courtiers stand inAll things to be managed with factionAll the innocent pleasure in the worldAll the towne almost going out of towne (Plague panic)Ambassador—that he is an honest man sent to lie abroadAmending of bad blood by borrowing from a better bodyAmong all the beauties there, my wife was thought the greatestAmong many lazy people that the diligent man becomes necessaryAn exceeding pretty lass, and right for the sportAn offer of L500 for a Baronet's dignityAnd for his beef, says he, "Look how fat it is"And the woman so silly, as to let her go that took itAnd if ever I fall on it again, I deserve to be undoneAnd will not kiss a woman since his wife's deathAnd a deal of do of which I am wearyAnd they did lay pigeons to his feetAnd there, did what I would with herAnd so to sleep till the morning, but was bit cruellyAnd so to bed and there entertained her with great contentAnd all to dinner and sat down to the King saving myselfAnd feeling for a chamber-pott, there was noneAnd with the great men in curing of their clapsAnd so to bed, my father lying with me in Ashwell's bedAnd in all this not so much as oneAnd so by coach, though hard to get it, being rainy, homeAngling with a minikin, a gut-string varnished overAngry, and so continued till bed, and did not sleep friendsAnthem anything but instrumentall musique with the voiceApprehend about one hundred QuakersApprehension of the King of France's invading usAptness I have to be troubled at any thing that crosses meArchbishop is a wencher, and known to be soAs much his friend as his interest will let himAs very a gossip speaking of her neighbours as any bodyAs all other women, cry, and yet talk of other thingsAs he called it, the King's seventeenth whore abroadAs all things else did not come up to my expectationsAshamed at myself for this losse of timeAsleep, while the wench sat mending my breeches by my bedsideAt work, till I was almost blind, which makes my heart sadAt least 12 or 14,000 people in the street (to see the hanging)At a loss whether it will be better for me to have him dieAt last we pretty good friendsBadge of slavery upon the whole people (taxes)Bagwell's wife waited at the door, and went with me to my officeBaited at Islington, and so late home about 11 at nightBaker's house in Pudding Lane, where the late great fire begunBarkley swearing that he and others had lain with her oftenBaseness and looseness of the CourtBath at the top of his houseBeare-gardenBearing more sayle will go faster than any other ships(multihullBeating of a poor little dog to death, letting it lieBecause I would not be over sure of any thingBefore I sent my boy out with them, I beat him for a lieBegan discourse of my not getting of childrenBeginnings of discontents take so much root between usBegun to write idle and from the purposeBegun to smell, and so I caused it to be set forth (corpse)Being able to do little business (but the less the better)Being the first Wednesday of the monthBeing there, and seeming to do something, while we do notBeing cleansed of lice this day by my wifeBeing examined at Allgate, whether we were husbands and wivesBeing five years behindhand for their wages (court musicians)Being sure never to see the like again in this worldBeing the people that, at last, will be found the wisestBeing very poor and mean as to the bearing with troubleBeing taken with a Psalmbook or TestamentBelieve that England and France were once the same continentBelow what people think these great people say and doBest fence against the Parliament's present fury is delayBest poem that ever was wrote (Siege of Rhodes)Better the musique, the more sicke it makes himBetter now than neverBetter we think than most other couples doBewailing the vanity and disorders of the ageBill against importing Irish cattleBill against importing Cattle from IrelandBite at the stone, and not at the hand that flings itBleeding behind by leeches will cure himBold to deliver what he thinks on every occasionBook itself, and both it and them not worth a turdBookseller's, and there looked for Montaigne's EssaysBottle of strong water; whereof now and then a sip did me goodBought for the love of the binding three booksBought Montaigne's Essays, in EnglishBowling-ally (where lords and ladies are now at bowles)Boy up to-night for his sister to teach him to put me to bedBring me a periwig, but it was full of nitsBringing over one discontented man, you raise up threeBristol milk (the sherry) in the vaultsBroken sort of people, that have not much to loseBurned it, that it might not be among my books to my shameBusiness of abusing the Puritans begins to grow staleBut fit she should live where he hath a mindBut pretty! how I took another pretty woman for herBut she loves not that I should speak of Mrs. PierceBut a woful rude rabble there was, and such noisesBut how many years I cannot tell; but my wife says tenBut what they did, I did not enquireBut so fearful I am of discontenting my wifeBut do it with mighty vanity and talkingBut the wench went, and I believe had her turn servedBut I think I am not bound to discover myselfBut we were friends again as we are alwaysBut this the world believes, and so let themBut if she will ruin herself, I cannot help itBut my wife vexed, which vexed meBut get no ground there yetBuy some roll-tobacco to smell to and chawBuying up of goods in case there should be warBuying his place of my Lord BarkelyBy his many words and no understanding, confound himselfBy chewing of tobacco is become very fat and sallowBy and by met at her chamber, and there did what I wouldBy her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at lastCalled at a little ale-house, and had an eele pyeCalling me dog and rogue, and that I had a rotten heartCame to bed to me, but all would not make me friendsCannot but be with the workmen to see things done to my mindCannot get suitably, without breach of his honourCannot bring myself to mind my businessCannot be clean to go so many bodies together in the same waterCare not for his commands, and especially on SundaysCarry them to a box, which did cost me 20s., besides orangesCast stones with his horne crookeCastlemayne is sicke again, people think, slipping her fillyCatched cold yesterday by putting off my stockingsCatholiques are everywhere and boldCaustic attack on Sir Robert HowardCavaliers have now the upper hand clear of the PresbyteriansCertainly Annapolis must be defended,—where is Annapolis?Charles Barkeley's greatness is only his being pimp to the KingChatted with her, her husband out of the wayChecking her last night in the coach in her long storiesChief Court of judicature (House of Lords)Chocolate was introduced into England about the year 1652Church, where a most insipid young coxcomb preachedCity to be burned, and the Papists to cut our throatsCity pay him great respect, and he the like to the meanestClap of the pox which he got about twelve years agoClean myself with warm water; my wife will have meCoach to W. Coventry about Mrs. Pett, 1s.Comb my head clean, which I found so foul with powderingCome to see them in bed together, on their wedding-nightCome to us out of bed in his furred mittens and furred capComely black woman.—[The old expression for a brunette.]Coming to lay out a great deal of money in clothes for my wifeCommand of an army is not beholden to any body to make him KingCommons, where there is nothing done but by passion, and factionCompliment from my aunt, which I take kindly as it is unusualConceited, but that's no matter to meConfidence, and vanity, and disparages everythingConfusion of years in the case of the months of January (etc.)Consider that this is all the pleasure I live for in the worldConsult my pillow upon that and every great thing of my lifeContempt of the ceremoniousnesse of the King of SpayneContent as to be at our own home, after being abroad awhileContracted for her as if he had been buying a horseConvenience of periwiggs is so greatCopper to the value of L5,000Cost me L5, which troubles me, but yet do please me alsoCosts me 12d. a kiss after the firstCould not saw above 4 inches of the stone in a dayCounterfeit mirthe and pleasure with them, but had but littleCourt is in a way to ruin all for their pleasuresCourt attendance infinite tediousCourt full of great apprehensions of the FrenchCraft and cunning concerning the buying and choosing of horsesCredit of this office hath received by this rogue's occasionCruel custom of throwing at cocks on Shrove TuesdayCure of the King's evil, which he do deny altogetherDare not oppose it alone for making an enemy and do no goodDash the brains of it out before the King's faceDay I first begun to go forth in my coat and swordDeclared, if he come, she would not live with meDeclared he will never have another public mistress againDelight to see these poor fools decoyed into our conditionDeliver her from the hereditary curse of child-bearingDesired me that I would baste his coateDesk fastened to one of the armes of his chayreDiana did not come according to our agreementDid dig another, and put our wine in it; and I my Parmazan cheeseDid extremely beat him, and though it did trouble me to do itDid so watch to see my wife put on drawers, which (she did)Did take me up very prettily in one or two things that I saidDid much insist upon the sin of adulteryDid go to Shoe Lane to see a cocke-fighting at a new pit thereDid find none of them within, which I was glad ofDid tumble them all the afternoon as I pleasedDid trouble me very much to be at charge to no purposeDid see the knaveries and tricks of jockeysDid not like that Clergy should meddle with matters of stateDid put evil thoughts in me, but proceeded no furtherDid bear with it, and very pleasant all the whileDid drink of the College beer, which is very goodDifference there will be between my father and mother about itDine with them, at my cozen Roger's mistress'sDined with my wife on pease porridge and nothing elseDined upon six of my pigeons, which my wife has resolved to killDined at home alone, a good calves head boiled and dumplingsDinner was great, and most neatly dressedDinner, an ill and little mean one, with foul cloth and dishesDiscontented at the pride and luxury of the CourtDiscontented that my wife do not go neater now she has two maidsDiscourse of Mr. Evelyn touching all manner of learningDiscoursed much against a man's lying with his wife in LentDiscoursing upon the sad condition of the timesDisease making us more cruel to one another than if we are doggsDisorder in the pit by its raining in, from the cupolaDisquiet all night, telling of the clock till it was daylightDo press for new oaths to be put upon menDo outdo the Lords infinitely (debates in the Commons)Do look upon me as a remembrancer of his former vanityDo bury still of the plague seven or eight in a dayDoe from Cobham, when the season comes, bucks season being pastDog attending us, which made us all merry againDog, that would turn a sheep any way whichDominion of the SeaDoubtfull of himself, and easily be removed from his own opinionDoubtfull whether her daughter will like of it or noDown to the Whey house and drank some and eat some curdsDr. Calamy is this day sent to Newgate for preachingDrawing up a foul draught of my petition to the Duke of YorkDrink at a bottle beer house in the StrandDrink a dish of coffeeDrinking of the King's health upon their knees in the streetsDriven down again with a stinke by Sir W. Pen's shying of a potDuke of York and Mrs. Palmer did talk to one another very wantonDuodecimal arithmetiqueDurst not ask any body how it was with usDurst not take notice of her, her husband being thereDutch fleets being in so many placesDutchmen come out of the mouth and tail of a Hamburgh sowDying this last week of the plague 112, from 43 the week beforeEat some of the best cheese-cakes that ever I eat in my lifeEat of the best cold meats that ever I eat on in all my lifeEat a mouthful of pye at home to stay my stomachEat some butter and radishesElse he is a blockhead, and not fitt for that imploymentEmployed by the fencers to play prizes atEndangering the nation, when he knew himself such a cowardEndeavouring to strike tallys for money for TangierEnjoy some degree of pleasure now that we have health, moneyEnough existed to build a ship (Pieces of the true Cross)Enquiring into the selling of places do trouble a great manyEnviously, said, I could not come honestly by themErasmus "de scribendis epistolis"Espinette is the French term for a small harpsichordEvelyn, who cries out against it, and calls it bitcheringEven to the having bad words with my wife, and blows tooEver have done his maister better service than to hang for him?Every man looking after himself, and his owne lust and luxuryEvery small thing is enough now-a-days to bring a differenceEvery body leads, and nobody followsEvery body is at a great losse and nobody can tellEvery body's looks, and discourse in the street is of deathExceeding kind to me, more than usual, which makes me afeardExclaiming against men's wearing their hats on in the churchExcommunications, which they send upon the least occasionsExpectation of profit will have its forceExpected musique, the missing of which spoiled my dinnerExpressly taking care that nobody might see this business doneFaced white coat, made of one of my wife's pettycoatesFain to keep a woman on purpose at 20s. a weekFamiliarity with her other servants is it that spoils them allFamily governed so nobly and neatly as do me good to see itFamily being all in mourning, doing him the greatest honourFanatiques do say that the end of the world is at handFashion, the King says; he will never changeFashionable and black spotsFather, who to supper and betimes to bed at his country hoursFear all his kindness is but only his lust to herFear that the goods and estate would be seized (after suicide)Fear what would become of me if any real affliction should comeFear it may do him no good, but me hurtFear of making her think me to be in a better conditionFear I shall not be able to wipe my hands of him againFear she should prove honest and refuse and then tell my wifeFeared I might meet with some people that might know meFeared she hath from some [one] or other of a presentFearful that I might not go far enough with my hat offFearing that Sarah would continue ill, wife and I removedFears some will stand for the tolerating of PapistsFell to sleep as if angryFell a-crying for joy, being all maudlin and kissing one anotherFell to dancing, the first time that ever I did in my lifeFetch masts from New EnglandFeverish, and hath sent for Mr. Pierce to let him bloodFew in any age that do mind anything that is abstruseFind that now and then a little difference do no hurteFind it a base copy of a good originall, that vexed meFind myself to over-value things when a childFinding my wife not sick, but yet out of orderFinding my wife's clothes lie carelessly laid upFire grow; and, as it grew darker, appeared more and moreFirst time that ever I heard the organs in a cathedralFirst their apes, that they may be afterwards their slavesFirst thing of that nature I did ever give her (L10 ring)First time I had given her leave to wear a black patchFive pieces of gold for to do him a small piece of serviceFixed that the year should commence in January instead of MarchFool's play with which all publick things are doneFoolery to take too much notice of such thingsFor my quiet would not enquire into itFor, for her part, she should not be buried in the commonsFor a land-tax and against a general exciseFor 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 needForce a man to swear against himselfForced to change gold, 8s. 7d.; servants and poor, 1s. 6d.Foretelling the draught of water of a ship before she be launcheForgetting many things, which her master beat her forFormerly say that the King was a bastard and his mother a whoreFound my brother John at eight o'clock in bed, which vexed meFound him a fool, as he ever was, or worseFound him not so ill as I thought that he had been illFound in my head and body about twenty lice, little and greatFound to be with child, do never stir out of their bedsFound guilty, and likely will be hanged (for stealing spoons)France, which is accounted the best place for breadFrench have taken two and sunk one of our merchant-menFrequent trouble in things we deserve best inFrogs and many insects do often fall from the sky, ready formedFrom some fault in the meat to complain of my maid's slutteryGadding abroad to look after beautiesGalileo's air thermometer, made before 1597Gamester's life, which I see is very miserable, and poorGave him his morning draftGenerally with corruption, but most indeed with neglectGentlewomen did hold up their heads to be kissed by the KingGet his lady to trust herself with him into the tavernGive the King of France Nova Scotia, which he do not likeGive her a Lobster and do so touse her and feel her all overGive the other notice of the future state, if there was anyGlad to be at friendship with me, though we hate one anotherGladder to have just now received it (than a promise)God knows that I do not find honesty enough in my own mindGod forgive me! what thoughts and wishes I hadGod help him, he wants bread.God forgive me! what a mind I had to herGod! what an age is this, and what a world is thisGoes down the wind in honour as well as every thing elseGoes with his guards with him publiquely, and his trumpetsGoing with her woman to a hot-house to bathe herselfGold holds up its price stillGoldsmiths in supplying the King with money at dear ratesGood God! how these ignorant people did cry her up for it!Good sport of the bull's tossing of the dogsGood wine, and anchovies, and pickled oysters (for breakfast)Good purpose of fitting ourselves for another war (A Peace)Good discourse and counsel from him, which I hope I shall takeGood writers are not admired by the presentGot her upon my knee (the coach being full) and played with herGreat plot which was lately discovered in IrelandGreat thaw it is not for a man to walk the streetsGreat newes of the Swedes declaring for us against the DutchGreat deale of tittle tattle discourse to little purposeGreat many silly stories they tell of their sportGreat fire they saw in the CityGreater number of Counsellors is, the more confused the issueGreatest businesses are done so superficiallyGreedy to see the will, but did not ask to see it till to-morrowHad no more manners than to invite me and to let me payHad his hand cut off, and was hanged presently!Had no mind to meddle with herHad a good supper of an oxe's cheekHad what pleasure almost I would with herHad the umbles of it for dinnerHalf a pint of Rhenish wine at the Still-yard, mixed with beerHand i' the capHanged with a silken halterHanging jack to roast birds onHard matter to settle to business after so much leisureHate in others, and more in myself, to be careless of keysHates to have any body mention what he had done the day beforeHath not a liberty of begging till he hath served three yearsHath sent me masters that do observe that I take painsHath a good heart to bear, or a cunning one to conceal his evilHath given her the pox, but I hope it is not soHave her come not as a sister in any respect, but as a servantHave not known her this fortnight almost, which is a pain to meHave not any awe over them from the King's displeasure (Commons)Have me get to be a Parliament-man the next ParliamentHave not much to lose, and therefore will venture allHave been so long absent that I am ashamed to goHaving some experience, but greater conceit of it than is fitHe that will not stoop for a pin, will never be worth a poundHe told me that he had so good spiesHe did very well, but a deadly drinker he isHe made the great speech of his life, and spoke for three hoursHe made but a poor sermon, but longHe knew nothing about the navyHe is such innocent companyHe has been inconvenienced by being too free in discourseHe having made good promises, though I fear his performanceHe hoped he should live to see her "ugly and willing"He is too wise to be made a friend ofHe was fain to lie in the priest's hole a good whileHe and I lay in one press bed, there being two moreHe was charged with making himself popularHe that must do the business, or at least that can hinder itHe is, I perceive, wholly sceptical, as well as IHe is a man of no worth in the world but complimentHe will do no good, he being a man of an unsettled headHe is not a man fit to be told what one hearsHear that the plague is come into the CityHear something of the effects of our last meeting (pregnancy?)Heard noises over their head upon the leadsHeeling her on one side to make her draw little waterHelping to slip their calfes when there is occasionHer months upon her is gone to bedHer impudent tricks and ways of getting moneyHere I first saw oranges growHired her to procure this poor soul for himHis enemies have done him as much good as he could wishHis readiness to speak spoilt allHis wife and three children died, all, I think, in a dayHis disease was the pox and that he must be fluxed (Rupert)His satisfaction is nothing worth, it being easily gotHis company ever wearys meHistory of this day's growth, we cannot tell the truthHoles for me to see from my closet into the great officeHopes to have had a bout with her before she had goneHorrid malicious bloody flameHouse of Lords is the last appeal that a man can makeHouses marked with a red cross upon the doorsHow the Presbyterians would be angry if they durstHow highly the Presbyters do talk in the coffeehouses stillHow little merit do prevail in the world, but only favourHow little heed is had to the prisoners and sicke and woundedHow do the children?How sad a sight it is to see the streets empty of peopleHow Povy overdoes every thing in commending itHow unhppily a man may fall into a necessity of bribing peopleHow natural it is for us to slight people out of powerHow little to be presumed of in our greatest undertakingsHugged, it being cold now in the mornings . . . .Hunt up and down with its mouth if you touch the cheekI went in and kissed them, demanding it as a fee dueI had the opportunity of kissing Mrs. Rebecca very oftenI took occasion to be angry with himI could not forbear to love her exceedinglyI 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 broke wind and so came to some easeI would fain have stolen a pretty dog that followed meI have itched mightily these 6 or 7 daysI know not whether to be glad or sorryI was as merry as I could counterfeit myself to beI could have answered, but forboreI have a good mind to have the maidenhead of this girlI know not how in the world to abstain from readingI fear that it must be as it can, and not as I wouldI to bed even by daylightI had six noble dishes for them, dressed by a man-cookI away with great content, my mind being troubled beforeI am not a man able to go through trouble, as other menI find her painted, which makes me loathe her (cosmetics)I did get her hand to me under my cloakI perceive no passion in a woman can be lasting longI having now seen a play every day this weekI was very angry, and resolve to beat him to-morrowI know not yet what that is, and am ashamed to askI had agreed with Jane Welsh, but she came not, which vexed meI do not like his being angry and in debt both together to meI will not by any over submission make myself cheapI slept soundly all the sermonI slept most of the sermonI do not find other people so willing to do business as myselfI know I have made myself an immortal enemy by itI and she never were so heartily angry in our lives as to-dayI calling her beggar, and she me pricklouse, which vexed meI love the treason I hate the traitorI would not enquire into anything, but let her talkI kissed the bride in bed, and so the curtaines drawneI went to the cook's and got a good joint of meatI 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 itI was exceeding free in dallying with her, and she not unfreeI was a great Roundhead when I was a boyI was angry with her, which I was troubled forI pray God to make me able to pay for it.I took a broom and basted her till she cried extremelyI was demanded L100, for the fee of the office at 6d. a poundI never designed to be a witness against any manI fear is not so good as she should beIf the word Inquisition be but mentionedIf the exportations exceed importationsIf it should come in print my name maybe at itIll from my late cutting my hair so close to my headIll all this day by reason of the last night's debauchIll sign when we are once to come to study how to excuseIll humour to be so against that which all the world cries upIll-bred woman, would take exceptions at anything any body saidIn my nature am mighty unready to answer no to anythingIn men's clothes, and had the best legs that ever I sawIn some churches there was hardly ten people in the whole churchIn our graves (as Shakespeere resembles it) we could dreamIn discourse he seems to be wise and say littleIn perpetual trouble and vexation that need it leastIn comes Mr. North very sea-sick from shoreIn a hackney and full of people, was ashamed to be seenIn my dining-room she was doing something upon the pottIn opposition to France, had made us throw off their fashionInconvenience that do attend the increase of a man's fortuneInoffensive vanity of a man who loved to see himself in the glassInstructed by Shakespeare himselfInsurrection of the Catholiques thereInventing a better theory of musiqueIreland in a very distracted conditionIrish in Ireland, whom Cromwell had settled all in one cornerIt must be the old ones that must do any goodIt not being handsome for our servants to sit so equal with usIt is a strange thing how fancy worksIt may be, be able to pay for it, or have healthJane going into the boat did fall down and show her arseJealous, though God knows I have no great reasonJealousy of him and an ugly wench that lived there latelyJohn Pickering on board, like an ass, with his feathersJohn has got a wife, and for that he intends to part with himJoyne the lion's skin to the fox's tailJust set down to dinner, and I dined with them, as I intendedJustice of God in punishing men for the sins of their ancestorsJustice of proceeding not to condemn a man unheardKeep at interest, which is a good, quiett, and easy profitKing is at the command of any woman like a slaveKing shall not be able to whip a catKing was gone to play at TennisKing hath lost his power, by submitting himself to this wayKing do resolve to declare the Duke of Monmouth legitimateKing himself minding nothing but his easeKing is not at present in purse to doKing is mighty kind to these his bastard childrenKing the necessity of having, at least, a show of religionKing be desired to put all Catholiques out of employmentKing still do doat upon his women, even beyond all shameKing 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, Duke and Duchess, and Madame Palmer, wereKing dined at my Lady Castlemaine's, and supped, every dayKing, "it is then but Mr. Pepys making of another speech to them"King do tire all his people that are about him with early risingKing's service is undone, and those that trust him perishKing's Proclamation against drinking, swearing, and debaucheryKingdom will fall back again to a commonwealthKiss my Parliament, instead of "Kiss my [rump]"Kissed them myself very often with a great deal of mirthKnow yourself to be secure, in being necessary to the officeL'escholle des filles, a lewd bookL100 worth of plate for my Lord to give Secretary NicholasL10,000 to the Prince, and half-a-crowne to my Lord of SandwichLady Castlemaine's interest at Court increasesLady Castlemayne is compounding with the King for a pensionLady Duchesse the veryest slut and drudgeLady Castlemaine hath all the King's Christmas presentsLady Castlemaine do speak of going to lie in at Hampton CourtLady Batten to give me a spoonful of honey for my coldLady Castlemaine is still as great with the KingLady Castlemayne's nose out of joyntLady Batten how she was such a man's whoreLady Castlemayne is now in a higher command over the KingLady Castlemayne do rule all at this time as much as everLaissez nous affaire - ColbertLast day of their doubtfulness touching her being with childLast act of friendship in telling me of my faults alsoLast of a great many Presbyterian ministersLately too much given to seeing of plays, and expenseLaughing and jeering at every thing that looks strangeLaw and severity were used against drunkennesseLaw against it signifies nothing in the worldLay long caressing my wife and talkingLay very long with my wife in bed talking with great pleasureLay long in bed talking and pleasing myself with my wifeLay chiding, and then pleased with my wife in bedLay with her to-night, which I have not done these eight(days)Learned the multiplication table for the first time in 1661Learnt a pretty trick to try whether a woman be a maid or noLechery will never leave himLeft him with some Commanders at the table taking tobaccoLess he finds of difference between them and other menLet me blood, about sixteen ounces, I being exceedingly fullLet her brew as she has bakedLewdness and beggary of the CourtLiability of a husband to pay for goods supplied his wifeLiberty of speech in the HouseLike a passionate fool, I did call her whoreListening to no reasoning for it, be it good or badLittle content most people have in the peaceLittle pleasure now in a play, the company being but littleLittle children employed, every one to do somethingLittle worth of this world, to buy it with so much painLittle company there, which made it very unpleasingLive of L100 a year with more plenty, and wine and wenchesLong cloaks being now quite outLong petticoat dragging under their men's coatsLook askew upon my wife, because my wife do not buckle to themLooks to lie down about two months henceLord! to see the absurd nature of EnglishmenLord! in the dullest insipid manner that ever lover didLust and wicked lives of the nuns heretofore in EnglandLuxury and looseness of the timesLying a great while talking and sporting in bed with my wifeMade a lazy sermon, like a PresbyterianMade to drink, that they might know him not to be a RoundheadMade him admire my drawing a thing presently in shorthandMagnifying the graces of the nobility and prelatesMake a man wonder at the good fortune of such a foolMaking their own advantages to the disturbance of the peaceMan cannot live without playing the knave and dissimulationMankind pleasing themselves in the easy delights of the worldMany thousands in a little time go out of EnglandMany women now-a-days of mean sort in the streets, but no menMass, and some of their musique, which is not so contemptibleMatters in Ireland are full of discontentMazer or drinking-bowl turned out of some kind of woodMean, methinks, and is as if they had married like dog and bitchMeazles, we fear, or, at least, of a scarlett feavourMethought very ill, or else I am grown worse to pleaseMightily pleased with myself for the business that I have doneMightily vexed at my being abroad with these womenMighty fond in the stories she tells of her son WillMilke, which I drank to take away, my heartburneMind to have her bring it homeMirrors which makes the room seem both bigger and lighterMoney I have not, nor can getMoney, which sweetens all thingsMontaigne is conscious that we are looking over his shoulderMost flat dead sermon, both for matter and manner of deliveryMost homely widow, but young, and pretty rich, and good naturedMost of my time in looking upon Mrs. ButlerMottoes inscribed on rings was of Roman originMr. Evelyn's translating and sending me as a presentMr. William Pen a Quaker againMrs. Lane was gone forth, and so I missed of my intentMrs. Stewart's sending the King his jewels againMuch troubled with thoughts how to get moneyMuch difficulty to get pews, I offering the sexton moneyMuch discourse, but little to be learnedMusique in the morning to call up our new-married peopleMuske MillonMust yet pay to the Poll Bill for this pension (unreceived)Must be forced to confess it to my wife, which troubles meMy wife after her bathing lying alone in another bedMy luck to meet with a sort of drolling workmen on all occasionsMy wife made great means to be friends, coming to my bedsideMy leg fell in a hole broke on the bridgeMy wife, coming up suddenly, did find me embracing the girlMy maid Susan ill, or would be thought soMy wife having a mind to see the play "Bartholomew-Fayre"My wife hath something in her gizzard, that only waitsMy heart beginning to falsify in this businessMy old folly and childishnesse hangs upon me stillMy new silk suit, the first that ever I wore in my lifeMy Lord, who took physic to-day and was in his chamberMy wife and I had some high wordsMy wife was very unwilling to let me go forthMy wife will keep to one another and let the world go hangMy people do observe my minding my pleasure more than usualMy wife this night troubled at my leaving her alone so muchMy wife was making of her tarts and larding of her pulletsMy head was not well with the wine that I drank to-dayMy great expense at the CoronacionMy wife and I fell outMy wife's neglect of things, and impertinent humourMy wife and her maid Ashwell had between them spilled the pot. . . .My first attempt being to learn the multiplication-tableMy intention to learn to trillMy wife was angry with me for not coming home, and for gaddingMy Jane's cutting off a carpenter's long mustachoMy wife has got too great head to be brought down soonNan at Moreclacke, very much pleased and merry with herNecessary, and yet the peace is so bad in its termsNever laughed so in all my life. I laughed till my head achedNever, while he lives, truckle under any body or any factionNever to trust too much to any man in the worldNever fought with worse officers in his lifeNever was known to keep two mistresses in his life (Charles II.)Never could man say worse himself nor have worse saidNever saw so many sit four hours together to hear any manNever to keep a country-house, but to keep a coachNew medall, where, in little, there is Mrs. Steward's faceNew Netherlands to English rule, under the title of New YorkNight the Dutch burned our ships the King did sup with CastlemayneNo more matter being made of the death of one than anotherNo Parliament can, as he says, be kept long goodNo manner of means used to quench the fireNo pleasure—only the variety of itNo money to do it with, nor anybody to trust us without itNo man is wise at all timesNo man was ever known to lose the first timeNo man knowing what to do, whether to sell or buyNo sense nor grammar, yet in as good words that ever I sawNo good by taking notice of it, for the present she forbearsNobody knows which side will be uppermostNobody being willing to trust us for anythingNonconformists do now preach openly in housesNone will sell us any thing without our personal security givenNor would become obliged too much to anyNor will yield that the Papists have any ground given themNor was there any pretty woman that I did see, but my wifeNor offer anything, but just what is drawn out of a manNot well, and so had no pleasure at all with my poor wifeNot eat a bit of good meat till he has got money to pay the menNot the greatest wits, but the steady manNot when we can, but when we listNot to be censured if their necessities drive them to badNot more than I expected, nor so much by a great deal as I oughtNot thinking them safe men to receive such a gratuityNot had the confidence to take his lady once by the handNot permit her begin to do so, lest worse should followNot liking that it should lie long undone, for fear of deathNot being well pleased with her over free and loose companyNothing in the world done with true integrityNothing in it approaching that single page in St. SimonNothing of the memory of a man, an houre after he is dead!Nothing is to be got without offending God and the KingNothing of any truth and sincerity, but mere envy and designNow against her going into the country (lay together)Now above six months since (smoke from the cellars)Now very big, and within a fortnight of lying downObserving my eyes to be mightily employed in the playhouseOffer to give me a piece to receive of me 20Offer me L500 if I would desist from the Clerk of the Acts placeOffered to shew my wife further satisfaction if she desiredOffered to stop the fire near his house for such a rewardOfficers are four years behind-hand unpaidOliver Cromwell as his ensignOnce a week or so I know a gentleman must go . . . .One whom a great belly becomes as well as ever I saw anyOnly wind do now and then torment me . . . extremelyOnly because she sees it is the fashion (She likes it)Opening his mind to him as of one that may hereafter be his foeOrdered him L2000, and he paid me my quantum out of itOrdered in the yarde six or eight bargemen to be whippedOrigin in the use of a plane against the grain of the woodOut of my purse I dare not for fear of a precedentOut also to and fro, to see and be seenOut of an itch to look upon the sluts thereOutdo for neatness and plenty anything done by any of themPain of the stone, and makes bloody water with great painPain to ride in a coach with them, for fear of being seenPainful to keep money, as well as to get itParliament being vehement against the NonconformistsParliament hath voted 2s. per annum for every chimney in EnglandParliament do agree to throw down PoperyParson is a cunning fellow he is as any of his coatPeace with France, which, as a Presbyterian, he do not likePen was then turned QuakerPeriwigg he lately made me cleansed of its nitsPersuade me that she should prove with child since last nightPeruques of hair, as the fashion now is for ladies to wearPest coaches and put her into it to carry her to a pest housePetition against hackney coachesPictures of some Maids of Honor: good, but not likePit, where the bears are baitedPlague claimed 68,596 victims (in 1665)Plague is much in Amsterdam, and we in fears of it herePlague, forty last night, the bell always goingPlay good, but spoiled with the ryme, which breaks the sensePlay on the harpsicon, till she tired everybodyPlaying the fool with the lass of the housePleased to look upon their pretty daughterPleases them mightily, and me not at allPleasures are not sweet to me now in the very enjoying of themPlot in it, and that the French had done itPoll BillPoor seamen that lie starving in the streetsPosies for Rings, Handkerchers and GlovesPray God give me a heart to fear a fall, and to prepare for it!Presbyterian style and the Independent are the bestPresbyterians against the House of LordsPresse seamen, without which we cannot really raise menPressing in it as if none of us had like care with himPretends to a resolution of being hereafter very cleanPretty sayings, which are generally like paradoxesPretty to see the young pretty ladies dressed like menPride himself too much in itPride of some persons and vice of most was but a sad storyPride and debauchery of the present clergyPrince's being trepanned, which was in doing just as we passedProtestants as to the Church of Rome are wholly fanatiquesProud, carping, insolent, and ironically-prophane stileProud that she shall come to trillProviding against a foule day to get as much money into my handsPut up with too much care, that I have forgot where they arePut to a great loss how I should get money to make up my cashQuakers being charmed by a string about their wristsQuakers do still continue, and rather grow than lessenQuakers and others that will not have any bell ring for themQuite according to the fashion—nothing to drink or eatRabbit not half roasted, which made me angry with my wifeRailed bitterly ever and anon against John CalvinRaising of our roofs higher to enlarge our housesRather hear a cat mew, than the best musique in the worldReading to my wife and brother something in ChaucerReading over my dear "Faber fortunae," of my Lord Bacon'sReading my Latin grammar, which I perceive I have great needReceive the applications of people, and hath presentsReckon nothing money but when it is in the bankReduced the Dutch settlement of New Netherlands to English ruleRejoiced over head and ears in this good newesRemoving goods from one burned house to anotherReparation for what we had embezzledRequisite I be prepared against the man's friendshipResolve to have the doing of it himself, or else to hinder itResolve never to give her trouble of that kind moreResolve to live well and die a beggarResolved to go through it, and it is too late to help it nowResolving not to be bribed to dispatch businessRidiculous nonsensical book set out by Will. Pen, for the QuakerRotten teeth and false, set in with wireRough notes were made to serve for a sort of account bookRun over their beads with one hand, and point and play and talkRyme, which breaks the senseSad sight it was: the whole City almost on fireSad for want of my wife, whom I love with all my heartSaid to die with the cleanest hands that ever any Lord TreasurerSaid that there hath been a design to poison the KingSang till about twelve at night, with mighty pleasureSat an hour or two talking and discoursing . . . .Sat before Mrs. Palmer, the King's mistress, and filled my eyesSaw "Mackbeth," to our great contentSaw two battles of cocks, wherein is no great sportSaw "The German Princess" acted, by the woman herselfSaw his people go up and down louseing themselvesSaying me to be the fittest man in EnglandSaying, that for money he might be got to our sideSays, of all places, if there be hell, it is hereSays of wood, that it is an excrescence of the earthSceptic in all things of religionScholler, that would needs put in his discourse (every occasion)Scholler, but, it may be, thinks himself to be too much soScotch song of "Barbary Allen"Searchers with their rods in their handsSee a dead man lie floating upon the watersSee her look dejectedly and slighted by people alreadySee whether my wife did wear drawers to-day as she used to doSee how a good dinner and feasting reconciles everybodySee how time and example may alter a manSeeing that he cared so little if he was outSeemed much glad of that it was no moreSeems she hath had long melancholy upon herSend up and down for a nurse to take the girle homeSent my wife to get a place to see Turner hangedSent me last night, as a bribe, a barrel of sturgeonSermon without affectation or studySermon ended, and the church broke up, and my amours ended alsoSermon upon Original Sin, neither understood by himselfSermon; but, it being a Presbyterian one, it was so longServant of the King's pleasures too, as well as businessShakespeare's playsShame such a rogue should give me and all of us this troubleShe is conceited that she do well alreadyShe used the word devil, which vexed meShe was so ill as to be shaved and pidgeons put to her feetShe begins not at all to take pleasure in me or study to pleaseShe is a very good companion as long as she is wellShe also washed my feet in a bath of herbs, and so to bedShe would not let him come to bed to her out of jealousyShe had six children by the KingShe has this silly vanity that she must playShe had the cunning to cry a great while, and talk and blubberShe had got and used some puppy-dog waterShe hath got her teeth new done by La RocheShe loves to be taken dressing herself, as I always find herShe so cruel a hypocrite that she can cry when she pleasesShe finds that I am lousySheriffs did endeavour to get one jewellShort of what I expected, as for the most part it do fall outShould alway take somebody with me, or her herselfShow many the strangest emotions to shift off his drinkShows how unfit I am for troubleShy of any warr hereafter, or to prepare better for itSick of it and of him for itSicke men that are recovered, they lying before our office doorsSilence; it being seldom any wrong to a man to say nothingSinging with many voices is not singingSir, your faithful and humble servantSir W. Pen was so fuddled that we could not try him to playSir W. Pen did it like a base raskall, and so I shall rememberSit up till 2 o'clock that she may call the wench up to washSlabbering my band sent home for anotherSlabbering themselves, and mirth fit for clownesSlight answer, at which I did give him two boxes on the earsSmoke jack consists of a wind-wheel fixed in the chimneySo home to supper, and to bed, it being my wedding nightSo home, and mighty friends with my wife againSo neat and kind one to anotherSo great a trouble is fearSo to bed, to be up betimes by the helpe of a larum watchSo much is it against my nature to owe anything to any bodySo home, and after supper did wash my feet, and so to bedSo home to prayers and to bedSo home to supper and bed with my fatherSo back again home to supper and to bed with great pleasureSo I took occasion to go up and to bed in a petSo to bed in some little discontent, but no words from meSo home and to supper with beans and bacon and to bedSo we went to bed and lay all night in a quarrelSo much wine, that I was even almost foxedSo good a nature that he cannot deny any thingSo time do alter, and do doubtless the like in myselfSo the children and I rose and dined by ourselvesSo home and to bed, where my wife had not lain a great whileSo out, and lost our way, which made me vexedSo every thing stands still for moneySoftly up to see whether any of the beds were out of order or noSome merry talk with a plain bold maid of the houseSome ends of my own in what advice I do give herSorry in some respect, glad in my expectations in another respecSorry for doing it now, because of obliging me to do the likeSorry to hear that Sir W. Pen's maid Betty was gone awaySorry 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 occasionSporting in my fancy with the QueenStaid two hours with her kissing her, but nothing moreStatute against selling of officesStaying out late, and painting in the absence of her husbandStill in discontent with my wife, to bed, and rose so this mornStrange slavery that I stand in to beautyStrange thing how I am already courted by the peopleStrange things he has been found guilty of, not fit to nameStrange the folly of men to lay and lose so much moneyStrange how civil and tractable he was to meStreet ordered to be continued, forty feet broad, from Paul'sSubject to be put into a disarray upon very small occasionsSuch open flattery is beastlySuffered her humour to spend, till we begun to be very quietSupper 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 herTalk very highly of liberty of conscienceTalked with Mrs. Lane about persuading her to HawlyTaught my wife some part of subtractionTax the same man in three or four several capacitiesTear all that I found either boyish or not to be worth keepingTell me that I speak in my dreamsThat I might not seem to be afearedThat I may have nothing by me but what is worth keepingThat I might say I saw no money in the paperThat he is not able to live almost with herThat I may look as a man minding businessThat hair by hair had his horse's tail pulled off indeedThe gentlemen captains will undo usThe very rum man must have L200The gates of the City shut, it being so lateThe manner of the gamingThe factious part of the ParliamentThe Lords taxed themselves for the poor—an earl, s.The unlawfull use of lawfull thingsThe coachman that carried [us] cannot know me againThe boy is well, and offers to be searchedThe devil being too cunning to discourage a gamesterThe monkey loose, which did anger me, and so I did strike herThe most ingenious men may sometimes be mistakenThe Alchymist,"—[Comedy by Ben JonsonThe barber came to trim me and wash meThe present Irish pronunciation of EnglishThe house was full of citizens, and so the less pleasantThe goldsmith, he being one of the jury to-morrowThe plague is got to Amsterdam, brought by a ship from ArgierThe pleasure of my not committing these things to my memoryThe world do not grow old at allThe ceremonies did not please me, they do so overdo themThe rest did give more, and did believe that I did so tooTheir ladies in the box, being grown mighty kind of a suddenTheir saws have no teeth, but it is the sand onlyTheir condition was a little below my present stateThen to church to a tedious sermonThen home, and merry with my wifeThence by coach, with a mad coachman, that drove like madThence to Mrs. Martin's, and did what I would with herThere is no passing but by coach in the streets, and hardly thatThere did see Mrs. Lane. . . . .There eat and drank, and had my pleasure of her twiceThere did 'tout ce que je voudrais avec' herThere did what 'je voudrais avec' her . . . .There setting a poor man to keep my placeThere is no man almost in the City cares a turd for himThere being no curse in the world so great as thisThere I did lay the beginnings of a future 'amour con elle'There being ten hanged, drawn, and quarteredThere did what I would with herTherefore ought not to expect more justice from herThese young Lords are not fit to do any service abroadThese Lords are hard to be trustedThey are all mad; and thus the kingdom is governed!They were so false spelt that I was ashamed of themThey say now a common mistress to the KingThey were not occupiers, but occupied (women)They want where to set their feet, to begin to do any thingThings wear out of themselves and come fair againThings being dear and little attendance to be had we went awayThink never to see this woman—at least, to have her here moreThink that we are beaten in every respectThinks she is with child, but I neither believe nor desire itThis day churched, her month of childbed being outThis absence makes us a little strange instead of more fondThis week made a vow to myself to drink no wine this weekThis day I began to put on buckles to my shoesThis afternoon I showed my Lord my accounts, which he passedThis unhappinesse of ours do give them heartThis is the use we make of our fathersThis kind of prophane, mad entertainment they give themselvesThose absent from prayers were to pay a forfeitThose bred in the North among the colliers are good for labourThough it be but little, yet I do get ground every monthThough I know it will set the Office and me by the ears for everThough neither of us care 2d. one for anotherThough he knows, if he be not a fool, that I love him notThrough want of money and good conductThrough the Fleete Ally to see a couple of pretty [strumpets]Through my wife's illness had a bad night of it, and she a worseThus it was my chance to see the King beheaded at White HallTied our men back to back, and thrown them all into the seaTill 12 at night, and then home to supper and to bedTime spending, and no money to set anything in handTo Mr. Holliard's in the morning, thinking to be let bloodTo bed with discontent she yielded to me and began to be fondTo bed, after washing my legs and feet with warm waterTo my joy, I met not with any that have sped better than myselfTo my Lord Sandwich, thinking to have dined thereTo be enjoyed while we are young and capable of these joysTo be so much in love of playsTo see Major-general Harrison hanged, drawn; and quarteredTo the Swan and drank our morning draftTo see the bride put to bedTold us he had not been in a bed in the whole seven yearsToo late for them to enjoy it with any pleasureToo much ill newes true, to afflict ourselves with uncertainToo much of it will make her know her force too muchTook him home the money, and, though much to my griefTook occasion to fall out with my wife very highlyTook physique, and it did work very wellTooke my wife well dressed into the Hall to see and be seenTooth-ake made him no company, and spoilt oursTory—The term was not used politically until about 1679Towzing her and doing what I would, but the last thing of all. . . .Travels over the high hills in Asia above the cloudsTried the effect of my silence and not provoking herTrouble, and more money, to every Watch, to them to drinkTroubled to see my father so much decay of a suddainTroubled to think what trouble a rogue may without cause giveTroubled me, to see the confidence of the vice of the ageTrumpets were brought under the scaffold that he not be heardTurn out every man that will be drunk, they must turn out allTwo shops in three, if not more, generally shut upUncertainty of all historyUncertainty of beautyUnless my too-much addiction to pleasure undo meUnquiet which her ripping up of old faults will give meUp, leaving my wife in bed, being sick of her monthsUp, and with W. Hewer, my guard, to White HallUp, my mind very light from my last night's accountsUp early and took my physique; it wrought all the morning wellUp, finding our beds good, but lousy; which made us merryUp and took physique, but such as to go abroad withUpon a very small occasion had a difference again broke outUpon the leads gazing upon DianaUpon a small temptation I could be false to herUsed to make coal fires, and wash my foul clothesVenison-pasty that we have for supper to-night to the cook'sVery high and very foule words from her to meVery angry we were, but quickly friends againVery great tax; but yet I do think it is so perplexedVexed at my wife's neglect in leaving of her scarfVexed me, but I made no matter of it, but vexed to myselfVices of the Court, and how the pox is so common thereVoyage to Newcastle for colesWaked this morning between four and five by my blackbirdWanton as ever she was, with much I made myself merry and awayWas kissing my wife, which I did not likeWe having no luck in maids now-a-daysWe cannot tell what to do for want of her (the maid)We find the two young ladies come home, and their patches offWe do nothing in this office like people able to carry on a warrWe do naturally all love the Spanish, and hate the FrenchWe are to go to law never to revenge, but only to repayreWe had a good surloyne of rost beefeWeary of it; but it will please the citizensWeary of the following of my pleasureWeather being very wet and hot to keep meat in.Wedding for which the posy ring was requiredWeeping to myself for grief, which she discerning, come to bedWeigh him after he had done playingWell enough pleased this morning with their night's lodgingWent against me to have my wife and servants look upon themWent to bed with my head not well by my too much drinking to-dayWhat way a man could devise to lose so much in so little timeWhat I said would not hold waterWhat I had writ foule in short handWhat itching desire I did endeavour to see Bagwell's wifeWhat wine you drinke, lett it bee at mealesWhat people will do tomorrowWhat they all, through profit or fear, did promiseWhat silly discourse we had by the way as to love-mattersWhat a sorry dispatch these great persons give to businessWhat is there more to be had of a woman than the possessing herWhatever I do give to anybody else, I shall give herWhen she least shews it hath her wit at workWhen he was seriously ill he declared himself a Roman CatholicWhen the candle is going out, how they bawl and disputeWhere money is free, there is great plentyWhere a pedlar was in bed, and made him riseWhere I find the worst very goodWhere a piece of the Cross isWhere a trade hath once been and do decay, it never recoversWhere I expect most I find least satisfactionWherein every party has laboured to cheat anotherWherewith to give every body something for their painsWhether she suspected anything or no I know notWhether he would have me go to law or arbitracon with himWhich may teach me how I make others waitWhich he left him in the lurchWhich I did give him some hope of, though I never intend itWhip this child till the blood come, if it were my child!Whip a boy at each place they stop at in their processionWho continues so ill as not to be troubled with businessWho is the most, and promises the least, of any manWho we found ill still, but he do make very much of itWho must except against every thing and remedy nothingWho seems so inquisitive when my, house will be made an end ofWho is over head and eares in getting her house upWhom, in mirth to us, he calls AntichristWhom I find in bed, and pretended a little not wellWhose red nose makes me ashamed to be seen with himWhose voice I am not to be reconciledWife that brings me nothing almost (besides a comely person)Wife and the dancing-master alone above, not dancing but talkingWill upon occasion serve for a fine withdrawing roomWill put Madam Castlemaine's nose out of joyntWilling to receive a bribe if it were offered meWine, new and old, with labells pasted upon each bottleWise man's not being wise at all timesWise men do prepare to remove abroad what they haveWith much ado in an hour getting a coach homeWith hangings not fit to be seen with mineWith egg to keep off the glaring of the lightWith my whip did whip him till I was not able to stirWith a shower of hail as big as walnutsWithout importunity or the contraryWoman that they have a fancy to, to make her husband a cuckoldWoman with a rod in her hand keeping time to the musiqueWonders that she cannot be as good within as she is fair withoutWork that is not made the work of any one manWorld sees now the use of them for shelter of men (fore-castles)Would make a dogg laughWould either conform, or be more wise, and not be catched!Would not make my coming troublesome to anyWretch, n., often used as an expression of endearmentWronged by my over great expectationsYe pulling down of houses, in ye way of ye fireYet let him remember the days of darknessYet it was her fault not to see that I did take themYoung man play the foole upon the doctrine of purgatoryYoung fellow, with his hat cocked like a fool behind