lighter
Money I have not, nor can get
Money, which sweetens all things
Montaigne is conscious that we are looking over his shoulder
Most flat dead sermon, both for matter and manner of delivery
Most homely widow, but young, and pretty rich, and good natured
Most of my time in looking upon Mrs. Butler
Mottoes inscribed on rings was of Roman origin
Mr. Evelyn’s translating and sending me as a present
Mr. William Pen a Quaker again
Mrs. Lane was gone forth, and so I missed of my intent
Mrs. Stewart’s sending the King his jewels again
Much troubled with thoughts how to get money
Much difficulty to get pews, I offering the sexton money
Much discourse, but little to be learned
Musique in the morning to call up our new-married people
Muske Millon
Must yet pay to the Poll Bill for this pension (unreceived)
Must be forced to confess it to my wife, which troubles me
My wife after her bathing lying alone in another bed
My luck to meet with a sort of drolling workmen on all occasions
My wife made great means to be friends, coming to my bedside
My leg fell in a hole broke on the bridge
My wife, coming up suddenly, did find me embracing the girl
My maid Susan ill, or would be thought so
My wife having a mind to see the play “Bartholomew-Fayre”
My wife hath something in her gizzard, that only waits
My heart beginning to falsify in this business
My old folly and childishnesse hangs upon me still
My new silk suit, the first that ever I wore in my life
My Lord, who took physic to-day and was in his chamber
My wife and I had some high words
My wife was very unwilling to let me go forth
My wife will keep to one another and let the world go hang
My people do observe my minding my pleasure more than usual
My wife this night troubled at my leaving her alone so much
My wife was making of her tarts and larding of her pullets
My head was not well with the wine that I drank to-day
My great expense at the Coronacion
My wife and I fell out
My wife’s neglect of things, and impertinent humour
My wife and her maid Ashwell had between them spilled the pot. . . . 
My first attempt being to learn the multiplication-table
My intention to learn to trill
My wife was angry with me for not coming home, and for gadding
My Jane’s cutting off a carpenter’s long mustacho
My wife has got too great head to be brought down soon
Nan at Moreclacke, very much pleased and merry with her
Necessary, and yet the peace is so bad in its terms
Never laughed so in all my life.  I laughed till my head ached
Never, while he lives, truckle under any body or any faction
Never to trust too much to any man in the world
Never fought with worse officers in his life
Never was known to keep two mistresses in his life (Charles II.)
Never could man say worse himself nor have worse said
Never saw so many sit four hours together to hear