any man
Never to keep a country-house, but to keep a coach
New medall, where, in little, there is Mrs. Steward’s face
New Netherlands to English rule, under the title of New York
Night the Dutch burned our ships the King did sup with Castlemayne
No more matter being made of the death of one than another
No Parliament can, as he says, be kept long good
No manner of means used to quench the fire
No pleasure—­only the variety of it
No money to do it with, nor anybody to trust us without it
No man is wise at all times
No man was ever known to lose the first time
No man knowing what to do, whether to sell or buy
No sense nor grammar, yet in as good words that ever I saw
No good by taking notice of it, for the present she forbears
Nobody knows which side will be uppermost
Nobody being willing to trust us for anything
Nonconformists do now preach openly in houses
None will sell us any thing without our personal security given
Nor would become obliged too much to any
Nor will yield that the Papists have any ground given them
Nor was there any pretty woman that I did see, but my wife
Nor offer anything, but just what is drawn out of a man
Not well, and so had no pleasure at all with my poor wife
Not eat a bit of good meat till he has got money to pay the men
Not the greatest wits, but the steady man
Not when we can, but when we list
Not to be censured if their necessities drive them to bad
Not more than I expected, nor so much by a great deal as I ought
Not thinking them safe men to receive such a gratuity
Not had the confidence to take his lady once by the hand
Not permit her begin to do so, lest worse should follow
Not liking that it should lie long undone, for fear of death
Not being well pleased with her over free and loose company
Nothing in the world done with true integrity
Nothing in it approaching that single page in St. Simon
Nothing of the memory of a man, an houre after he is dead! 
Nothing is to be got without offending God and the King
Nothing of any truth and sincerity, but mere envy and design
Now against her going into the country (lay together)
Now above six months since (smoke from the cellars)
Now very big, and within a fortnight of lying down
Observing my eyes to be mightily employed in the playhouse
Offer to give me a piece to receive of me 20
Offer me L500 if I would desist from the Clerk of the Acts place
Offered to shew my wife further satisfaction if she desired
Offered to stop the fire near his house for such a reward
Officers are four years behind-hand unpaid
Oliver Cromwell as his ensign
Once a week or so I know a gentleman must go . . . . 
One whom a great belly becomes as well as ever I saw any
Only wind do now and then torment me . . . extremely
Only because she sees it is the fashion (She likes it)
Opening his mind to him as of one that may hereafter