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     A gainful trade, but yet make me great trouble
     Every body leads, and nobody follows
     Lady Castlemayne’s nose out of joynt
     Make a man wonder at the good fortune of such a fool
     Mr. William Pen a Quaker again
     Run over their beads with one hand, and point and play and talk
     Silence; it being seldom any wrong to a man to say nothing
     Speaks rarely, which pleases me mightily
     Sport to me to see him so earnest on so little occasion
     Supper and to bed without one word one to another
     Voyage to Newcastle for coles

     ETEXT editor’s bookmarks, diary of Samuel Pepys, 1667 N.S., Complete: 

20s. in money, and what wine she needed, for the burying him A gainful trade, but yet make me great trouble Act of Council passed, to put out all Papists in office Advantage a man of the law hath over all other people And a deal of do of which I am weary Angling with a minikin, a gut-string varnished over Anthem anything but instrumentall musique with the voice Archbishop is a wencher, and known to be so As he called it, the King’s seventeenth whore abroad Baker’s house in Pudding Lane, where the late great fire begun Beginnings of discontents take so much root between us Being taken with a Psalmbook or Testament Better now than never Bill against importing Cattle from Ireland Bold to deliver what he thinks on every occasion Bring me a periwig, but it was full of nits But do it with mighty vanity and talking But my wife vexed, which vexed me Buying his place of my Lord Barkely Buying up of goods in case there should be war Cast stones with his horne crooke Certainly Annapolis must be defended,—­where is Annapolis?  Chief Court of judicature (House of Lords) Clap of the pox which he got about twelve years ago Come to us out of bed in his furred mittens and furred cap Commons, where there is nothing done but by passion, and faction Confidence, and vanity, and disparages everything Consider that this is all the pleasure I live for in the world Court full of great apprehensions of the French Court is in a way to ruin all for their pleasures Credit of this office hath received by this rogue’s occasion Dash the brains of it out before the King’s face Declared he will never have another public mistress again Desk fastened to one of the armes of his chayre Did take me up very prettily in one or two things that I said Dinner, an ill and little mean one, with foul cloth and dishes Disquiet all night, telling of the clock till it was daylight Do outdo the Lords infinitely (debates in the Commons) Dog, that would turn a sheep any way which Dutch fleets being in so many places Eat some of the best cheese-cakes that ever I eat in my life Enough existed to build a ship (Pieces of the true Cross) Enviously, said, I could not come honestly by them Erasmus “de scribendis epistolis”