Do press for new oaths to be put upon men
     Drink at a bottle beer house in the Strand
     Drinking of the King’s health upon their knees in the streets
     Duke of York and Mrs. Palmer did talk to one another very wanton
     Else he is a blockhead, and not fitt for that imployment
     Fashionable and black spots
     Finding my wife’s clothes lie carelessly laid up
     First time I had given her leave to wear a black patch
     First time that ever I heard the organs in a cathedral
     Five pieces of gold for to do him a small piece of service
     Fixed that the year should commence in January instead of March
     Formerly say that the King was a bastard and his mother a whore
     Gave him his morning draft
     Gentlewomen did hold up their heads to be kissed by the King
     God help him, he wants bread. 
     Had no more manners than to invite me and to let me pay
     Hand i’ the cap
     Hanging jack to roast birds on
     Have her come not as a sister in any respect, but as a servant
     Have not known her this fortnight almost, which is a pain to me
     He and I lay in one press bed, there being two more
     He is, I perceive, wholly sceptical, as well as I
     He that must do the business, or at least that can hinder it
     He was fain to lie in the priest’s hole a good while
     He did very well, but a deadly drinker he is
     He made the great speech of his life, and spoke for three hours
     He knew nothing about the navy
     Hired her to procure this poor soul for him
     How the Presbyterians would be angry if they durst
     I fear is not so good as she should be
     I never designed to be a witness against any man
     I was demanded L100, for the fee of the office at 6d. a pound
     I took a broom and basted her till she cried extremely
     I pray God to make me able to pay for it. 
     I was angry with her, which I was troubled for
     I went to the cook’s and got a good joint of meat
     I was exceeding free in dallying with her, and she not unfree
     I was a great Roundhead when I was a boy
     If it should come in print my name maybe at it
     Ill all this day by reason of the last night’s debauch
     In discourse he seems to be wise and say little
     In comes Mr. North very sea-sick from shore
     In perpetual trouble and vexation that need it least
     Inoffensive vanity of a man who loved to see himself in the glass
     It not being handsome for our servants to sit so equal with us
     John Pickering on board, like an ass, with his feathers
     King do tire all his people that are about him with early rising
     King’s Proclamation against drinking, swearing, and debauchery
     Kiss my Parliament, instead of “Kiss my [rump]”
     Kissed them myself very often with a great deal of mirth