did hold up their heads to be kissed by the King Get his lady to trust herself with him into the tavern Give the King of France Nova Scotia, which he do not like Give her a Lobster and do so touse her and feel her all over Give the other notice of the future state, if there was any Glad to be at friendship with me, though we hate one another Gladder to have just now received it (than a promise) God knows that I do not find honesty enough in my own mind God forgive me! what thoughts and wishes I had God help him, he wants bread.  God forgive me! what a mind I had to her God! what an age is this, and what a world is this Goes down the wind in honour as well as every thing else Goes with his guards with him publiquely, and his trumpets Going with her woman to a hot-house to bathe herself Gold holds up its price still Goldsmiths in supplying the King with money at dear rates Good God! how these ignorant people did cry her up for it!  Good sport of the bull’s tossing of the dogs Good wine, and anchovies, and pickled oysters (for breakfast) Good purpose of fitting ourselves for another war (A Peace) Good discourse and counsel from him, which I hope I shall take Good writers are not admired by the present Got her upon my knee (the coach being full) and played with her Great plot which was lately discovered in Ireland Great thaw it is not for a man to walk the streets Great newes of the Swedes declaring for us against the Dutch Great deale of tittle tattle discourse to little purpose Great many silly stories they tell of their sport Great fire they saw in the City Greater number of Counsellors is, the more confused the issue Greatest businesses are done so superficially Greedy to see the will, but did not ask to see it till to-morrow Had no more manners than to invite me and to let me pay Had his hand cut off, and was hanged presently!  Had no mind to meddle with her Had a good supper of an oxe’s cheek Had what pleasure almost I would with her Had the umbles of it for dinner Half a pint of Rhenish wine at the Still-yard, mixed with beer Hand i’ the cap Hanged with a silken halter Hanging jack to roast birds on Hard matter to settle to business after so much leisure Hate in others, and more in myself, to be careless of keys Hates to have any body mention what he had done the day before Hath not a liberty of begging till he hath served three years Hath sent me masters that do observe that I take pains Hath a good heart to bear, or a cunning one to conceal his evil Hath given her the pox, but I hope it is not so Have her come not as a sister in any respect, but as a servant Have not known her this fortnight almost, which is a pain to me Have not any awe over them from the King’s displeasure (Commons) Have me get to be a Parliament-man the next Parliament Have not much to lose, and therefore will venture all Have been so long absent that I am ashamed to go Having some experience, but greater conceit of it than is fit He that will not stoop for a pin, will never be worth a pound