the Queene’s lodgings, and the terrace and walk, are strange things to consider, being the best in the world, sure.  Infinitely satisfied I and my wife with all this, she being in all points mightily pleased too, which added to my pleasure; and so giving a great deal of money to this and that man and woman, we to our taverne, and there dined, the Doctor with us; and so took coach and away to Eton, the Doctor with me.  Before we went to Chappell this morning, Kate Joyce, in a stage-coach going toward London, called to me.  I went to her and saluted her, but could not get her to stay with us, having company.  At Eton I left my wife in the coach, and he and I to the College, and there find all mighty fine.  The school good, and the custom pretty of boys cutting their names in the struts of the window when they go to Cambridge, by which many a one hath lived to see himself Provost and Fellow, that had his name in the window standing.  To the Hall, and there find the boys’ verses, “De Peste;” it being their custom to make verses at Shrove-tide.  I read several, and very good ones they were, and better, I think, than ever I made when I was a boy, and in rolls as long and longer than the whole Hall, by much.  Here is a picture of Venice hung up given, and a monument made of Sir H. Wotton’s giving it to the College.  Thence to the porter’s, in the absence of the butler, and did drink of the College beer, which is very good; and went into the back fields to see the scholars play.  And so to the chappell, and there saw, among other things, Sir H. Wotton’s stone with this Epitaph

          Hic facet primus hujus sententiae Author:—­
          Disputandi pruritus fit ecclesiae scabies.

But unfortunately the word “Author” was wrong writ, and now so basely altered that it disgraces the stone.  Thence took leave of the Doctor, and so took coach, and finely, but sleepy, away home, and got thither about eight at night, and after a little at my office, I to bed; and an houre after, was waked with my wife’s quarrelling with Mercer, at which I was angry, and my wife and I fell out.  But with much ado to sleep again, I beginning to practise more temper, and to give her her way.

27th.  Up, and after a harsh word or two my wife and I good friends, and so up and to the office, where all the morning.  At noon late to dinner, my wife gone out to Hales’s about her picture, and, after dinner, I after her, and do mightily like her picture, and think it will be as good as my Lady Peters’s.  So home mightily pleased, and there late at business and set down my three last days’ journalls, and so to bed, overjoyed to thinke of the pleasure of the last Sunday and yesterday, and my ability to bear the charge of these pleasures, and with profit too, by obliging my Lord, and reconciling Sir George Carteret’s family.