A fair salute on horseback, in Rochester streets, of the lady Bagwell's wife waited at the door, and went with me to my office Because I would not be over sure of any thing Being the first Wednesday of the month Bottle of strong water; whereof now and then a sip did me good Copper to the value of L5,000 Disease making us more cruel to one another than if we are doggs Every body is at a great losse and nobody can tell Every body's looks, and discourse in the street is of death First thing of that nature I did ever give her (L10 ring) For my quiet would not enquire into it Give the other notice of the future state, if there was any His wife and three children died, all, I think, in a day How sad a sight it is to see the streets empty of people I met a dead corps of the plague, in the narrow ally In our graves (as Shakespeere resembles it) we could dream King is not at present in purse to do King shall not be able to whip a cat Not liking that it should lie long undone, for fear of death Ordered in the yarde six or eight bargemen to be whipped Pest coaches and put her into it to carry her to a pest house Quakers and others that will not have any bell ring for them Resolving not to be bribed to dispatch business Two shops in three, if not more, generally shut up Well enough pleased this morning with their night's lodging DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, SEPTEMBER 1665 [sp44g10.txt] And feeling for a chamber-pott, there was none Discourse of Mr. Evelyn touching all manner of learning Fell to sleep as if angry King himself minding nothing but his ease Not to be censured if their necessities drive them to bad Ordered him L2000, and he paid me my quantum out of it Sicke men that are recovered, they lying before our office doors Told us he had not been in a bed in the whole seven years DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, OCTOBER 1665 [sp45g10.txt] A conceited man, but of no Logique in his head at all Best poem that ever was wrote (Siege of Rhodes) French have taken two and sunk one of our merchant-men Hath sent me masters that do observe that I take pains How little heed is had to the prisoners and sicke and wounded How unhppily a man may fall into a necessity of bribing people Lechery will never leave him Money I have not, nor can get Mr. Evelyn's translating and sending me as a present Poor seamen that lie starving in the streets Saying me to be the fittest man in England Searchers with their rods in their hands DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOV/DEC 1665 [sp46g10.txt]