Broken sort of people, that have not much to lose
     But so fearful I am of discontenting my wife
     By her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at last
     Dine with them, at my cozen Roger’s mistress’s
     Drawing up a foul draught of my petition to the Duke of York
     Dutchmen come out of the mouth and tail of a Hamburgh sow
     Fain to keep a woman on purpose at 20s. a week
     Find it a base copy of a good originall, that vexed me
     Found in my head and body about twenty lice, little and great
     Have not much to lose, and therefore will venture all
     His satisfaction is nothing worth, it being easily got
     I have itched mightily these 6 or 7 days
     I know I have made myself an immortal enemy by it
     Lady Castlemayne is now in a higher command over the King
     Last day of their doubtfulness touching her being with child
     Mighty fond in the stories she tells of her son Will
     Nor was there any pretty woman that I did see, but my wife
     Observing my eyes to be mightily employed in the playhouse
     Proud, carping, insolent, and ironically-prophane stile
     Quite according to the fashion—­nothing to drink or eat
     She finds that I am lousy
     Unquiet which her ripping up of old faults will give me
     Up, and with W. Hewer, my guard, to White Hall
     Weeping to myself for grief, which she discerning, come to bed
     With egg to keep off the glaring of the light

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20s. in money, and what wine she needed, for the burying him A mad merry slut she is A real and not a complimentary acknowledgment A good handsome wench I kissed, the first that I have seen A fair salute on horseback, in Rochester streets, of the lady A most conceited fellow and not over much in him A conceited man, but of no Logique in his head at all A vineyard, the first that ever I did see A pretty man, I would be content to break a commandment with him A little while since a very likely man to live as any I knew A lady spit backward upon me by a mistake A gainful trade, but yet make me great trouble A great baboon, but so much like a man in most things A play not very good, though commended much A very fine dinner A cat will be a cat still A book the Bishops will not let be printed again A woman sober, and no high-flyer, as he calls it A most tedious, unreasonable, and impertinent sermon About two o’clock, too late and too soon to go home to bed About several businesses, hoping to get money by them About my new closet, for my mind is full of nothing but that About the nature of sounds Academy was dissolved by order of the Pope Accounts I never did see, or hope again to see in my days Act against Nonconformists and Papists Act of Council passed, to put out all Papists in office Advantage a man of the