[The first edition of Butler’s “Hudibras” is dated 1663, and it probably had only been published a few days when Pepys bought it and sold it at a loss.  He subsequently endeavoured to appreciate the work, but was not successful.  The edition in the Pepysian Library is dated 1689.]

I would needs go find it out, and met with it at the Temple:  cost me 2s. 6d.  But when I came to read it, it is so silly an abuse of the Presbyter Knight going to the warrs, that I am ashamed of it; and by and by meeting at Mr. Townsend’s at dinner, I sold it to him for 18d.  Here we dined with many tradesmen that belong to the Wardrobe, but I was weary soon of their company, and broke up dinner as soon as I could, and away, with the greatest reluctancy and dispute (two or three times my reason stopping my sense and I would go back again) within myself, to the Duke’s house and saw “The Villaine,” which I ought not to do without my wife, but that my time is now out that I did undertake it for.  But, Lord! to consider how my natural desire is to pleasure, which God be praised that he has given me the power by my late oaths to curb so well as I have done, and will do again after two or three plays more.  Here I was better pleased with the play than I was at first, understanding the design better than I did.  Here I saw Gosnell and her sister at a distance, and could have found it in my heart to have accosted them, but thought not prudent.  But I watched their going out and found that they came, she, her sister and another woman, alone, without any man, and did go over the fields a foot.  I find that I have an inclination to have her come again, though it is most against my interest either of profit or content of mind, other than for their singing.  Home on foot, in my way calling at Mr. Rawlinson’s and drinking only a cup of ale there.  He tells me my uncle has ended his purchase, which cost him L4,500, and how my uncle do express his trouble that he has with his wife’s relations, but I understand his great intentions are for the Wights that hang upon him and by whose advice this estate is bought.  Thence home, and found my wife busy among her pies, but angry for some saucy words that her mayde Jane has given her, which I will not allow of, and therefore will give her warning to be gone.  As also we are both displeased for some slight words that Sarah, now at Sir W. Pen’s, hath spoke of us, but it is no matter.  We shall endeavour to joyne the lion’s skin to the fox’s tail.  So to my office alone a while, and then home to my study and supper and bed.  Being also vexed at my boy for his staying playing abroad when he is sent of errands, so that I have sent him to-night to see whether their country carrier be in town or no, for I am resolved to keep him no more.