Best poem that ever was wrote (Siege of Rhodes) Better the musique, the more sicke it makes him Better now than never Better we think than most other couples do Bewailing the vanity and disorders of the age Bill against importing Irish cattle Bill against importing Cattle from Ireland Bite at the stone, and not at the hand that flings it Bleeding behind by leeches will cure him Bold to deliver what he thinks on every occasion Book itself, and both it and them not worth a turd Bookseller's, and there looked for Montaigne's Essays Bottle of strong water; whereof now and then a sip did me good Bought for the love of the binding three books Bought Montaigne's Essays, in English Bowling-ally (where lords and ladies are now at bowles) Boy up to-night for his sister to teach him to put me to bed Bring me a periwig, but it was full of nits Bringing over one discontented man, you raise up three Bristol milk (the sherry) in the vaults Broken sort of people, that have not much to lose Burned it, that it might not be among my books to my shame Business of abusing the Puritans begins to grow stale But fit she should live where he hath a mind But pretty! how I took another pretty woman for her But she loves not that I should speak of Mrs. Pierce But a woful rude rabble there was, and such noises But how many years I cannot tell; but my wife says ten But what they did, I did not enquire But so fearful I am of discontenting my wife But do it with mighty vanity and talking But the wench went, and I believe had her turn served But I think I am not bound to discover myself But we were friends again as we are always But this the world believes, and so let them But if she will ruin herself, I cannot help it But my wife vexed, which vexed me But get no ground there yet Buy some roll-tobacco to smell to and chaw Buying up of goods in case there should be war Buying his place of my Lord Barkely By his many words and no understanding, confound himself By chewing of tobacco is become very fat and sallow By and by met at her chamber, and there did what I would By her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at last Called at a little ale-house, and had an eele pye Calling me dog and rogue, and that I had a rotten heart Came to bed to me, but all would not make me friends Cannot but be with the workmen to see things done to my mind Cannot get suitably, without breach of his honour Cannot bring myself to mind my business Cannot be clean to go so many bodies together in the same water Care not for his commands, and especially on Sundays Carry them to a box, which did cost me 20s., besides oranges Cast stones with his horne crooke Castlemayne is sicke again, people think, slipping her filly Catched cold yesterday by putting off my stockings Catholiques are everywhere and bold Caustic attack on Sir Robert Howard Cavaliers have now the upper hand clear of the Presbyterians Certainly Annapolis must be defended,--where is Annapolis?