Afeard of being louzy Afeard that my Lady Castlemaine will keep still with the King Afraid now to bring in any accounts for journeys As much his friend as his interest will let him Comb my head clean, which I found so foul with powdering Deliver her from the hereditary curse of child-bearing Discontented at the pride and luxury of the Court Enjoy some degree of pleasure now that we have health, money God forgive me! what a mind I had to her Hard matter to settle to business after so much leisure Holes for me to see from my closet into the great office I know not yet what that is, and am ashamed to ask King dined at my Lady Castlemaine's, and supped, every day Lady Castlemaine do speak of going to lie in at Hampton Court Let me blood, about sixteen ounces, I being exceedingly full Lust and wicked lives of the nuns heretofore in England Only wind do now and then torment me . . . extremely See her look dejectedly and slighted by people already She also washed my feet in a bath of herbs, and so to bed Sir W. Pen did it like a base raskall, and so I shall remember Slight answer, at which I did give him two boxes on the ears They were not occupiers, but occupied (women) Trumpets were brought under the scaffold that he not be heard Up and took physique, but such as to go abroad with Will put Madam Castlemaine's nose out of joynt With my whip did whip him till I was not able to stir DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JUL/AUG 1662 [sp20g10.txt] Bowling-ally (where lords and ladies are now at bowles) Fear she should prove honest and refuse and then tell my wife Hopes to have had a bout with her before she had gone Lady Castlemaine is still as great with the King Last of a great many Presbyterian ministers Muske Millon My first attempt being to learn the multiplication-table So good a nature that he cannot deny any thing Sorry to hear that Sir W. Pen's maid Betty was gone away DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, SEP/OCT 1662 [sp21g10.txt] All made much worse in their report among people than they are Care not for his commands, and especially on Sundays Catched cold yesterday by putting off my stockings Hate in others, and more in myself, to be careless of keys I fear that it must be as it can, and not as I would Lying a great while talking and sporting in bed with my wife My Jane's cutting off a carpenter's long mustacho No good by taking notice of it, for the present she forbears Parson is a cunning fellow he is as any of his coat Pleasures are not sweet to me now in the very enjoying of them She so cruel a hypocrite that she can cry when she pleases Strange things he has been found guilty of, not fit to name Then to church to a tedious sermon When the candle is going out, how they bawl and dispute DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOV/DEC 1662 [sp22g10.txt]