. . .  There eat and drank, and had my pleasure of her twice There did ‘tout ce que je voudrais avec’ her There did what ‘je voudrais avec’ her . . . .  There setting a poor man to keep my place There is no man almost in the City cares a turd for him There being no curse in the world so great as this There I did lay the beginnings of a future ‘amour con elle’ There being ten hanged, drawn, and quartered There did what I would with her Therefore ought not to expect more justice from her These young Lords are not fit to do any service abroad These Lords are hard to be trusted They are all mad; and thus the kingdom is governed!  They were so false spelt that I was ashamed of them They say now a common mistress to the King They were not occupiers, but occupied (women) They want where to set their feet, to begin to do any thing Things wear out of themselves and come fair again Things being dear and little attendance to be had we went away Think never to see this woman—­at least, to have her here more Think that we are beaten in every respect Thinks she is with child, but I neither believe nor desire it This day churched, her month of childbed being out This absence makes us a little strange instead of more fond This week made a vow to myself to drink no wine this week This day I began to put on buckles to my shoes This afternoon I showed my Lord my accounts, which he passed This unhappinesse of ours do give them heart This is the use we make of our fathers This kind of prophane, mad entertainment they give themselves Those absent from prayers were to pay a forfeit Those bred in the North among the colliers are good for labour Though it be but little, yet I do get ground every month Though I know it will set the Office and me by the ears for ever Though neither of us care 2d. one for another Though he knows, if he be not a fool, that I love him not Through want of money and good conduct Through the Fleete Ally to see a couple of pretty [strumpets] Through my wife’s illness had a bad night of it, and she a worse Thus it was my chance to see the King beheaded at White Hall Tied our men back to back, and thrown them all into the sea Till 12 at night, and then home to supper and to bed Time spending, and no money to set anything in hand To Mr. Holliard’s in the morning, thinking to be let blood To bed with discontent she yielded to me and began to be fond To bed, after washing my legs and feet with warm water To my joy, I met not with any that have sped better than myself To my Lord Sandwich, thinking to have dined there To be enjoyed while we are young and capable of these joys To be so much in love of plays To see Major-general Harrison hanged, drawn; and quartered To the Swan and drank our morning draft To see the bride put to bed Told us he had not been in a bed in the whole seven years Too late for them to enjoy it with any pleasure Too much ill newes true, to afflict ourselves with uncertain Too much of it will make her know her force too much Took