a great cry and fright that they had like to have been killed by a coach; but, Lord! to see how Jane did tell the story like a foole and a dissembling fanatique, like her grandmother, but so like a changeling, would make a man laugh to death almost, and yet be vexed to hear her.  By and by to the office to make up my monthly accounts, which I make up to-night, and to my great content find myself worth eight hundred and ninety and odd pounds, the greatest sum I ever yet knew, and so with a heart at great case to bed.

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     A mad merry slut she is
     A real and not a complimentary acknowledgment
     At least 12 or 14,000 people in the street (to see the hanging)
     Bearing more sayle will go faster than any other ships (multihull)
     But the wench went, and I believe had her turn served
     Chatted with her, her husband out of the way
     Could not saw above 4 inches of the stone in a day
     Do look upon me as a remembrancer of his former vanity
     Fear of making her think me to be in a better condition
     Few in any age that do mind anything that is abstruse
     God forgive me! what thoughts and wishes I had
     Good writers are not admired by the present
     Hear something of the effects of our last meeting (pregnancy?)
     I do not like his being angry and in debt both together to me
     I will not by any over submission make myself cheap
     Ireland in a very distracted condition
     Jane going into the boat did fall down and show her arse
     King is mighty kind to these his bastard children
     King still do doat upon his women, even beyond all shame
     Mankind pleasing themselves in the easy delights of the world
     Play good, but spoiled with the ryme, which breaks the sense
     Pleased to look upon their pretty daughter
     Pray God give me a heart to fear a fall, and to prepare for it! 
     Pretty sayings, which are generally like paradoxes
     Ryme, which breaks the sense
     Sent my wife to get a place to see Turner hanged
     Sheriffs did endeavour to get one jewell
     So home to prayers and to bed
     Such open flattery is beastly
     Talked with Mrs. Lane about persuading her to Hawly
     Their saws have no teeth, but it is the sand only
     There did see Mrs. Lane. . . . . 
     Travels over the high hills in Asia above the clouds
     Wherein every party has laboured to cheat another
     Willing to receive a bribe if it were offered me
     Would make a dogg laugh

THE DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS M.A.  F.R.S.

CLERK OF THE ACTS AND SECRETARY TO THE ADMIRALTY

Transcribed from the shorthand manuscript in the Pepysian library
Magdalene college Cambridge by the Rev.  Mynors bright M.A.  Late fellow
and president of the college