After oysters, at first course, a hash of rabbits, a lamb
     At last we pretty good friends
     Before I sent my boy out with them, I beat him for a lie
     Dr. Calamy is this day sent to Newgate for preaching
     Eat a mouthful of pye at home to stay my stomach
     Familiarity with her other servants is it that spoils them all
     Feverish, and hath sent for Mr. Pierce to let him blood
     Found him a fool, as he ever was, or worse
     Goes down the wind in honour as well as every thing else
     Had a good supper of an oxe’s cheek
     Hanged with a silken halter
     How highly the Presbyters do talk in the coffeehouses still
     I and she never were so heartily angry in our lives as to-day
     Ill humour to be so against that which all the world cries up
     Lady Castlemaine hath all the King’s Christmas presents
     Lay chiding, and then pleased with my wife in bed
     Lay very long with my wife in bed talking with great pleasure
     Liability of a husband to pay for goods supplied his wife
     Many thousands in a little time go out of England
     Money, which sweetens all things
     Most flat dead sermon, both for matter and manner of delivery
     Much discourse, but little to be learned
     Nor will yield that the Papists have any ground given them
     Nothing in the world done with true integrity
     Once a week or so I know a gentleman must go . . . . 
     Pain of the stone, and makes bloody water with great pain
     Rabbit not half roasted, which made me angry with my wife
     Scholler, but, it may be, thinks himself to be too much so
     See how time and example may alter a man
     Servant of the King’s pleasures too, as well as business
     So home, and mighty friends with my wife again
     So neat and kind one to another
     Sorry for doing it now, because of obliging me to do the like
     Talk very highly of liberty of conscience
     The house was full of citizens, and so the less pleasant
     There is no passing but by coach in the streets, and hardly that
     These young Lords are not fit to do any service abroad
     They were so false spelt that I was ashamed of them
     Vexed at my wife’s neglect in leaving of her scarf
     Wine, new and old, with labells pasted upon each bottle
     With much ado in an hour getting a coach home
     Yet it was her fault not to see that I did take them

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