21st.  Up and to the office, where all the morning sitting.  At noon walked in the garden with Commissioner Pett (newly come to towne), who tells me how infinite the disorders are among the commanders and all officers of the fleete.  No discipline:  nothing but swearing and cursing, and every body doing what they please; and the Generalls, understanding no better, suffer it, to the reproaching of this Board, or whoever it will be.  He himself hath been challenged twice to the field, or something as good, by Sir Edward Spragge and Captain Seymour.  He tells me that captains carry, for all the late orders, what men they please; demand and consume what provisions they please.  So that he fears, and I do no less, that God Almighty cannot bless us while we keep in this disorder that we are in:  he observing to me too, that there is no man of counsel or advice in the fleete; and the truth is, the gentlemen captains will undo us, for they are not to be kept in order, their friends about the King and Duke, and their own house, is so free, that it is not for any person but the Duke himself to have any command over them.  He gone I to dinner, and then to the office, where busy all the afternoon.  At night walked in the garden with my wife, and so I home to supper and to bed.  Sir W. Pen is gone down to Sheernesse to-day to see things made ready against the fleete shall come in again, which makes Pett mad, and calls him dissembling knave, and that himself takes all the pains and is blamed, while he do nothing but hinder business and takes all the honour of it to himself, and tells me plainly he will fling, up his commission rather than bear it.

22nd (Lord’s day).  Up, and to my chamber, and there till noon mighty busy, setting money matters and other things of mighty moment to rights to the great content of my mind, I finding that accounts but a little let go can never be put in order by strangers, for I cannot without much difficulty do it myself.  After dinner to them again till about four o’clock and then walked to White Hall, where saw nobody almost but walked up and down with Hugh May, who is a very ingenious man.  Among other things, discoursing of the present fashion of gardens to make them plain, that we have the best walks of gravell in the world, France having no nor Italy; and our green of our bowling allies is better than any they have.  So our business here being ayre, this is the best way, only with a little mixture of statues, or pots, which may be handsome, and so filled with another pot of such and such a flower or greene as the season of the year will bear.  And then for flowers, they are best seen in a little plat by themselves; besides, their borders spoil the walks of another garden:  and then for fruit, the best way is to have walls built circularly one within another, to the South, on purpose for fruit, and leave the walking garden only for that use.  Thence walked through the House, where most people mighty hush and, methinks, melancholy.  I see