The Queene after a long and sore sicknesse is become well again; and the King minds his mistresse a little too much, if it pleased God! but I hope all things will go well, and in the Navy particularly, wherein I shall do my duty whatever comes of it.  The great talke is the designs of the King of France, whether against the Pope or King of Spayne nobody knows; but a great and a most promising Prince he is, and all the Princes of Europe have their eye upon him.  My wife’s brother come to great unhappiness by the ill-disposition, my wife says, of his wife, and her poverty, which she now professes, after all her husband’s pretence of a great fortune, but I see none of them, at least they come not to trouble me.  At present I am concerned for my cozen Angier, of Cambridge, lately broke in his trade, and this day am sending his son John, a very rogue, to sea.  My brother Tom I know not what to think of, for I cannot hear whether he minds his business or not; and my brother John at Cambridge, with as little hopes of doing good there, for when he was here he did give me great cause of dissatisfaction with his manner of life.  Pall with my father, and God knows what she do there, or what will become of her, for I have not anything yet to spare her, and she grows now old, and must be disposed of one way or other.  The Duchesse of York, at this time, sicke of the meazles, but is growing well again.  The Turke very far entered into Germany, and all that part of the world at a losse what to expect from his proceedings.  Myself, blessed be God! in a good way, and design and resolution of sticking to my business to get a little money with doing the best service I can to the King also; which God continue!  So ends the old year.

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     Again that she spoke but somewhat of what she had in her heart
     Better we think than most other couples do
     Compliment from my aunt, which I take kindly as it is unusual
     Did go to Shoe Lane to see a cocke-fighting at a new pit there
     Dined at home alone, a good calves head boiled and dumplings
     Every man looking after himself, and his owne lust and luxury
     Excommunications, which they send upon the least occasions
     Expectation of profit will have its force
     King was gone to play at Tennis
     Opening his mind to him as of one that may hereafter be his foe
     Pen was then turned Quaker
     Persuade me that she should prove with child since last night
     Pride and debauchery of the present clergy
     Quakers being charmed by a string about their wrists
     Taught my wife some part of subtraction
     To bed with discontent she yielded to me and began to be fond

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