little
Made him admire my drawing a thing presently in shorthand
My wife hath something in her gizzard, that only waits
My wife’s neglect of things, and impertinent humour
So out, and lost our way, which made me vexed
Suffered her humour to spend, till we begun to be very quiet
Troubled me, to see the confidence of the vice of the age
Up, finding our beds good, but lousy; which made us merry
Weather being very wet and hot to keep meat in. 
When he was seriously ill he declared himself a Roman Catholic
Where a pedlar was in bed, and made him rise

Diary of Samuel Pepys, August 1668 [sp76g10.txt]

And the woman so silly, as to let her go that took it
But what they did, I did not enquire
Family governed so nobly and neatly as do me good to see it
I know not whether to be glad or sorry
My heart beginning to falsify in this business
Pictures of some Maids of Honor:  good, but not like
Resolved to go through it, and it is too late to help it now
Saw “Mackbeth,” to our great content
The factious part of the Parliament
Though I know it will set the Office and me by the ears for ever

Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sep/Oct 1668 [sp77g10.txt]

A book the Bishops will not let be printed again
All things to be managed with faction
Being the people that, at last, will be found the wisest
Business of abusing the Puritans begins to grow stale
Cannot get suitably, without breach of his honour
Caustic attack on Sir Robert Howard
Doe from Cobham, when the season comes, bucks season being past
Forgetting many things, which her master beat her for
Glad to be at friendship with me, though we hate one another
I away with great content, my mind being troubled before
My wife having a mind to see the play “Bartholomew-Fayre”
My wife, coming up suddenly, did find me embracing the girl
Presbyterian style and the Independent are the best
Ridiculous nonsensical book set out by Will.  Pen, for the Quaker
Shows how unfit I am for trouble
Sir, your faithful and humble servant
The most ingenious men may sometimes be mistaken
Their ladies in the box, being grown mighty kind of a sudden
Vexed me, but I made no matter of it, but vexed to myself
With hangings not fit to be seen with mine

Diary of Samuel Pepys, November 1668 [sp78g10.txt]

Calling me dog and rogue, and that I had a rotten heart
Have me get to be a Parliament-man the next Parliament
I have a good mind to have the maidenhead of this girl
Resolve never to give her trouble of that kind more
Should alway take somebody with me, or her herself
There being no curse in the world so great as this

Diary of Samuel Pepys, December 1668 [sp79g10.txt]