At work, till I was almost blind, which makes my heart sad Bristol milk (the sherry) in the vaults But get no ground there yet Cannot be clean to go so many bodies together in the same water City pay him great respect, and he the like to the meanest Cost me L5, which troubles me, but yet do please me also Espinette is the French term for a small harpsichord Forced to change gold, 8s. 7d.; servants and poor, 1s. 6d. Frequent trouble in things we deserve best in How natural it is for us to slight people out of power I could have answered, but forbore Little pleasure now in a play, the company being but little Made him admire my drawing a thing presently in shorthand My wife hath something in her gizzard, that only waits My wife's neglect of things, and impertinent humour So out, and lost our way, which made me vexed Suffered her humour to spend, till we begun to be very quiet Troubled me, to see the confidence of the vice of the age Up, finding our beds good, but lousy; which made us merry Weather being very wet and hot to keep meat in. When he was seriously ill he declared himself a Roman Catholic Where a pedlar was in bed, and made him rise DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, AUGUST 1668 [sp76g10.txt] And the woman so silly, as to let her go that took it But what they did, I did not enquire Family governed so nobly and neatly as do me good to see it I know not whether to be glad or sorry My heart beginning to falsify in this business Pictures of some Maids of Honor: good, but not like Resolved to go through it, and it is too late to help it now Saw "Mackbeth," to our great content The factious part of the Parliament Though I know it will set the Office and me by the ears for ever DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, SEP/OCT 1668 [sp77g10.txt] A book the Bishops will not let be printed again All things to be managed with faction Being the people that, at last, will be found the wisest Business of abusing the Puritans begins to grow stale Cannot get suitably, without breach of his honour Caustic attack on Sir Robert Howard Doe from Cobham, when the season comes, bucks season being past Forgetting many things, which her master beat her for Glad to be at friendship with me, though we hate one another I away with great content, my mind being troubled before My wife having a mind to see the play "Bartholomew-Fayre" My wife, coming up suddenly, did find me embracing the girl Presbyterian style and the Independent are the best Ridiculous nonsensical book set out by Will. Pen, for the Quaker Shows how unfit I am for trouble Sir, your faithful and humble servant The most ingenious men may sometimes be mistaken Their ladies in the box, being grown mighty kind of a sudden Vexed me, but I made no matter of it, but vexed to myself With hangings not fit to be seen with mine DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOVEMBER 1668 [sp78g10.txt]