Should alway take somebody with me, or her herself Show many the strangest emotions to shift off his drink Shows how unfit I am for trouble Shy of any warr hereafter, or to prepare better for it Sick of it and of him for it Sicke men that are recovered, they lying before our office doors Silence; it being seldom any wrong to a man to say nothing Singing with many voices is not singing Sir, your faithful and humble servant Sir W. Pen was so fuddled that we could not try him to play Sir W. Pen did it like a base raskall, and so I shall remember Sit up till 2 o'clock that she may call the wench up to wash Slabbering my band sent home for another Slabbering themselves, and mirth fit for clownes Slight answer, at which I did give him two boxes on the ears Smoke jack consists of a wind-wheel fixed in the chimney So home to supper, and to bed, it being my wedding night So home, and mighty friends with my wife again So neat and kind one to another So great a trouble is fear So to bed, to be up betimes by the helpe of a larum watch So much is it against my nature to owe anything to any body So home, and after supper did wash my feet, and so to bed So home to prayers and to bed So home to supper and bed with my father So back again home to supper and to bed with great pleasure So I took occasion to go up and to bed in a pet So to bed in some little discontent, but no words from me So home and to supper with beans and bacon and to bed So we went to bed and lay all night in a quarrel So much wine, that I was even almost foxed So good a nature that he cannot deny any thing So time do alter, and do doubtless the like in myself So the children and I rose and dined by ourselves So home and to bed, where my wife had not lain a great while So out, and lost our way, which made me vexed So every thing stands still for money Softly up to see whether any of the beds were out of order or no Some merry talk with a plain bold maid of the house Some ends of my own in what advice I do give her Sorry in some respect, glad in my expectations in another respec Sorry for doing it now, because of obliging me to do the like Sorry to hear that Sir W. Pen's maid Betty was gone away Sorry thing to be a poor King Spares not to blame another to defend himself Sparrowgrass Speaks rarely, which pleases me mightily Spends his time here most, playing at bowles Sport to me to see him so earnest on so little occasion Sporting in my fancy with the Queen Staid two hours with her kissing her, but nothing more Statute against selling of offices Staying out late, and painting in the absence of her husband Still in discontent with my wife, to bed, and rose so this morn Strange slavery that I stand in to beauty Strange thing how I am already courted by the people Strange things he has been found guilty of, not fit to name Strange the folly of men to lay and lose so much money Strange how civil and tractable he was to me Street ordered to be continued, forty feet broad, from Paul's