but forbore
     I away with great content, my mind being troubled before
     I know not whether to be glad or sorry
     In my nature am mighty unready to answer no to anything
     Inventing a better theory of musique
     It may be, be able to pay for it, or have health
     King, “it is then but Mr. Pepys making of another speech to them”
     L’escholle des filles, a lewd book
     Lady Castlemayne do rule all at this time as much as ever
     Laissez nous affaire—­Colbert
     Little company there, which made it very unpleasing
     Little pleasure now in a play, the company being but little
     Live of L100 a year with more plenty, and wine and wenches
     Made him admire my drawing a thing presently in shorthand
     Making their own advantages to the disturbance of the peace
     My wife having a mind to see the play “Bartholomew-Fayre”
     My wife hath something in her gizzard, that only waits
     My wife, coming up suddenly, did find me embracing the girl
     My wife’s neglect of things, and impertinent humour
     My heart beginning to falsify in this business
     Never saw so many sit four hours together to hear any man
     No pleasure—­only the variety of it
     No man was ever known to lose the first time
     Nonconformists do now preach openly in houses
     Not eat a bit of good meat till he has got money to pay the men
     Offered to shew my wife further satisfaction if she desired
     Parliament being vehement against the Nonconformists
     Pictures of some Maids of Honor:  good, but not like
     Presbyterian style and the Independent are the best
     Resolve never to give her trouble of that kind more
     Resolved to go through it, and it is too late to help it now
     Ridiculous nonsensical book set out by Will.  Pen, for the Quaker
     Rough notes were made to serve for a sort of account book
     Saw two battles of cocks, wherein is no great sport
     Saw “Mackbeth,” to our great content
     Seeing that he cared so little if he was out
     She loves to be taken dressing herself, as I always find her
     Should alway take somebody with me, or her herself
     Shows how unfit I am for trouble
     Sir, your faithful and humble servant
     Slabbering themselves, and mirth fit for clownes
     So out, and lost our way, which made me vexed
     So time do alter, and do doubtless the like in myself
     Suffered her humour to spend, till we begun to be very quiet
     Tell me that I speak in my dreams
     The factious part of the Parliament
     The manner of the gaming
     The most ingenious men may sometimes be mistaken
     The devil being too cunning to discourage a gamester
     Their ladies in the box, being grown mighty kind of a sudden
     There being no curse in the world so great as this
     There setting a poor