29th.  Up, and walked to Captain Cocke’s, where Sir G. Carteret promised to meet me and did come to discourse about the prize-business of my Lord Sandwich’s, which I perceive is likely to be of great ill consequence to my Lord, the House being mighty vehement in it.  We could say little but advise that his friends should labour to get it put off, till he comes.  We did here talk many things over, in lamentation of the present posture of affairs, and the ill condition of all people that have had anything to do under the King, wishing ourselves a great way off:  Here they tell me how Sir Thomas Allen hath taken the Englishmen out of “La Roche,” and taken from him an Ostend prize which La Roche had fetched out of our harbours; and at this day La Roche keeps upon our coasts; and had the boldness to land some men and go a mile up into the country, and there took some goods belonging to this prize out of a house there; which our King resents, and, they say, hath wrote to the King of France about; and everybody do think a war will follow; and then in what a case we shall be for want of money, nobody knows.  Thence to the office, where we sat all the morning, and at noon home to dinner, and to the office again in the afternoon, where we met to consider of an answer to the Parliament about the not paying of tickets according to our own orders, to which I hope we shall be able to give a satisfactory answer, but that the design of the House being apparently to remove us, I do question whether the best answer will prevail with them.  This done I by coach with my wife to Martin, my bookseller’s, expecting to have had my Kercher’s Musurgia, but to my trouble and loss of trouble it was not done.  So home again, my head full of thoughts about our troubles in the office, and so to the office.  Wrote to my father this post, and sent him now Colvill’s—­[The Goldsmith.]—­note for L600 for my sister’s portion, being glad that I shall, I hope, have that business over before I am out of place, and I trust I shall be able to save a little of what I have got, and so shall not be troubled to be at ease; for I am weary of this life.  So ends this month, with a great deal of care and trouble in my head about the answerings of the Parliament, and particularly in our payment of seamen by tickets.

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     Being very poor and mean as to the bearing with trouble
     Bite at the stone, and not at the hand that flings it
     Burned it, that it might not be among my books to my shame
     Come to see them in bed together, on their wedding-night
     Fear what would become of me if any real affliction should come
     Force a man to swear against himself
     L’escholle des filles, a lewd book
     Live of L100 a year with more plenty, and wine and wenches
     No pleasure—­only the variety of it

THE DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS M.A.  F.R.S.