Bowling-ally (where lords and ladies are now at bowles)
Boy up to-night for his sister to teach him to put me to bed
Bring me a periwig, but it was full of nits
Bringing over one discontented man, you raise up three
Bristol milk (the sherry) in the vaults
Broken sort of people, that have not much to lose
Burned it, that it might not be among my books to my shame
Business of abusing the Puritans begins to grow stale
But fit she should live where he hath a mind
But pretty! how I took another pretty woman for her
But she loves not that I should speak of Mrs. Pierce
But a woful rude rabble there was, and such noises
But how many years I cannot tell; but my wife says ten
But what they did, I did not enquire
But so fearful I am of discontenting my wife
But do it with mighty vanity and talking
But the wench went, and I believe had her turn served
But I think I am not bound to discover myself
But we were friends again as we are always
But this the world believes, and so let them
But if she will ruin herself, I cannot help it
But my wife vexed, which vexed me
But get no ground there yet
Buy some roll-tobacco to smell to and chaw
Buying up of goods in case there should be war
Buying his place of my Lord Barkely
By his many words and no understanding, confound himself
By chewing of tobacco is become very fat and sallow
By and by met at her chamber, and there did what I would
By her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at last
Called at a little ale-house, and had an eele pye
Calling me dog and rogue, and that I had a rotten heart
Came to bed to me, but all would not make me friends
Cannot but be with the workmen to see things done to my mind
Cannot get suitably, without breach of his honour
Cannot bring myself to mind my business
Cannot be clean to go so many bodies together in the same water
Care not for his commands, and especially on Sundays
Carry them to a box, which did cost me 20s., besides oranges
Cast stones with his horne crooke
Castlemayne is sicke again, people think, slipping her filly
Catched cold yesterday by putting off my stockings
Catholiques are everywhere and bold
Caustic attack on Sir Robert Howard
Cavaliers have now the upper hand clear of the Presbyterians
Certainly Annapolis must be defended,—­where is Annapolis? 
Charles Barkeley’s greatness is only his being pimp to the King
Chatted with her, her husband out of the way
Checking her last night in the coach in her long stories
Chief Court of judicature (House of Lords)
Chocolate was introduced into England about the year 1652
Church, where a most insipid young coxcomb preached
City to be burned, and the Papists to cut our throats
City pay him great respect, and he the like to the meanest
Clap of the pox which he got about twelve years ago
Clean myself with warm water; my wife will have me