A great baboon, but so much like a man in most things A play not very good, though commended much Begun to smell, and so I caused it to be set forth (corpse) Bleeding behind by leeches will cure By chewing of tobacco is become very fat and sallow Cannot bring myself to mind my business Durst not take notice of her, her husband being there Faced white coat, made of one of my wife's pettycoates Family being all in mourning, doing him the greatest honour Fear I shall not be able to wipe my hands of him again Finding my wife not sick, but yet out of order Found him not so ill as I thought that he had been ill Found my brother John at eight o'clock in bed, which vexed me Good God! how these ignorant people did cry her up for it! Greedy to see the will, but did not ask to see it till to-morrow His company ever wearys me I broke wind and so came to some ease I would fain have stolen a pretty dog that followed me Instructed by Shakespeare himself Lady Batten how she was such a man's whore Lately too much given to seeing of plays, and expense Lewdness and beggary of the Court Look askew upon my wife, because my wife do not buckle to them None will sell us any thing without our personal security given Quakers do still continue, and rather grow than lessen Sat before Mrs. Palmer, the King's mistress, and filled my eyes So the children and I rose and dined by ourselves Sorry in some respect, glad in my expectations in another respect The Alchymist,--Comedy by Ben Jonson The Lords taxed themselves for the poor--an earl, 1s. This week made a vow to myself to drink no wine this week Those absent from prayers were to pay a forfeit To be so much in love of plays Woman with a rod in her hand keeping time to the musique DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, SEP/OCT 1661 [sp14g10.txt] And so by coach, though hard to get it, being rainy, home But she loves not that I should speak of Mrs. Pierce God! what an age is this, and what a world is this In men's clothes, and had the best legs that ever I saw Inconvenience that do attend the increase of a man's fortune Man cannot live without playing the knave and dissimulation My head was not well with the wine that I drank to-day She is a very good companion as long as she is well So much wine, that I was even almost foxed Still in discontent with my wife, to bed, and rose so this morn This day churched, her month of childbed being out Vices of the Court, and how the pox is so common there We do naturally all love the Spanish, and hate the French DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOV/DEC 1661 [sp15g10.txt]