Mighty fond in the stories she tells of her son Will Milke, which I drank to take away, my heartburne Mind to have her bring it home Mirrors which makes the room seem both bigger and lighter Money I have not, nor can get Money, which sweetens all things Montaigne is conscious that we are looking over his shoulder Most flat dead sermon, both for matter and manner of delivery Most homely widow, but young, and pretty rich, and good natured Most of my time in looking upon Mrs. Butler Mottoes inscribed on rings was of Roman origin Mr. Evelyn’s translating and sending me as a present Mr. William Pen a Quaker again Mrs. Lane was gone forth, and so I missed of my intent Mrs. Stewart’s sending the King his jewels again Much troubled with thoughts how to get money Much difficulty to get pews, I offering the sexton money Much discourse, but little to be learned Musique in the morning to call up our new-married people Muske Millon Must yet pay to the Poll Bill for this pension (unreceived) Must be forced to confess it to my wife, which troubles me My wife after her bathing lying alone in another bed My luck to meet with a sort of drolling workmen on all occasions My wife made great means to be friends, coming to my bedside My leg fell in a hole broke on the bridge My wife, coming up suddenly, did find me embracing the girl My maid Susan ill, or would be thought so My wife having a mind to see the play “Bartholomew-Fayre” My wife hath something in her gizzard, that only waits My heart beginning to falsify in this business My old folly and childishnesse hangs upon me still My new silk suit, the first that ever I wore in my life My Lord, who took physic to-day and was in his chamber My wife and I had some high words My wife was very unwilling to let me go forth My wife will keep to one another and let the world go hang My people do observe my minding my pleasure more than usual My wife this night troubled at my leaving her alone so much My wife was making of her tarts and larding of her pullets My head was not well with the wine that I drank to-day My great expense at the Coronacion My wife and I fell out My wife’s neglect of things, and impertinent humour My wife and her maid Ashwell had between them spilled the pot My first attempt being to learn the multiplication-table My intention to learn to trill My wife was angry with me for not coming home, and for gadding My Jane’s cutting off a carpenter’s long mustacho My wife has got too great head to be brought down soon Nan at Moreclacke, very much pleased and merry with her Necessary, and yet the peace is so bad in its terms Never laughed so in all my life.  I laughed till my head ached Never, while he lives, truckle under any body or any faction Never to trust too much to any man in the world Never fought with worse officers in his life Never was known to keep two mistresses in his life (Charles ii.) Never could man say worse himself nor have worse said Never saw so many sit four hours together to hear any man Never to keep a country-house,