please She is a very good companion as long as she is well She also washed my feet in a bath of herbs, and so to bed She would not let him come to bed to her out of jealousy She had six children by the King She has this silly vanity that she must play She had the cunning to cry a great while, and talk and blubber She had got and used some puppy-dog water She hath got her teeth new done by La Roche She loves to be taken dressing herself, as I always find her She so cruel a hypocrite that she can cry when she pleases She finds that I am lousy Sheriffs did endeavour to get one jewell Short of what I expected, as for the most part it do fall out Should alway take somebody with me, or her herself Show many the strangest emotions to shift off his drink Shows how unfit I am for trouble Shy of any warr hereafter, or to prepare better for it Sick of it and of him for it Sicke men that are recovered, they lying before our office doors Silence; it being seldom any wrong to a man to say nothing Singing with many voices is not singing Sir, your faithful and humble servant Sir W. Pen was so fuddled that we could not try him to play Sir W. Pen did it like a base raskall, and so I shall remember Sit up till 2 o’clock that she may call the wench up to wash Slabbering my band sent home for another Slabbering themselves, and mirth fit for clownes Slight answer, at which I did give him two boxes on the ears Smoke jack consists of a wind-wheel fixed in the chimney So home to supper, and to bed, it being my wedding night So home, and mighty friends with my wife again So neat and kind one to another So great a trouble is fear So to bed, to be up betimes by the helpe of a larum watch So much is it against my nature to owe anything to any body So home, and after supper did wash my feet, and so to bed So home to prayers and to bed So home to supper and bed with my father So back again home to supper and to bed with great pleasure So I took occasion to go up and to bed in a pet So to bed in some little discontent, but no words from me So home and to supper with beans and bacon and to bed So we went to bed and lay all night in a quarrel So much wine, that I was even almost foxed So good a nature that he cannot deny any thing So time do alter, and do doubtless the like in myself So the children and I rose and dined by ourselves So home and to bed, where my wife had not lain a great while So out, and lost our way, which made me vexed So every thing stands still for money Softly up to see whether any of the beds were out of order or no Some merry talk with a plain bold maid of the house Some ends of my own in what advice I do give her Sorry in some respect, glad in my expectations in another respec Sorry for doing it now, because of obliging me to do the like Sorry to hear that Sir W. Pen’s maid Betty was gone away Sorry thing to be a poor King Spares not to blame another to defend himself Sparrowgrass Speaks rarely, which pleases me mightily Spends his time here most, playing