Produced by David Widger QUOTES AND IMAGES FROM THE DIARY OF PEPYS THE DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS By Samuel Pepys 20s. in money, and what wine she needed, for the burying him A good handsome wench I kissed, the first that I have seen A fair salute on horseback, in Rochester streets, of the lady A most conceited fellow and not over much in him A conceited man, but of no Logique in his head at all A pretty man, I would be content to break a commandment with him A lady spit backward upon me by a mistake A play not very good, though commended much A cat will be a cat still A book the Bishops will not let be printed again A most tedious, unreasonable, and impertinent sermon About two o'clock, too late and too soon to go home to bed Academy was dissolved by order of the Pope Act of Council passed, to put out all Papists in office Advantage a man of the law hath over all other people Afeard of being louzy After taking leave of my wife, which we could hardly do kindly After awhile I caressed her and parted seeming friends After many protestings by degrees I did arrive at what I would After oysters, at first course, a hash of rabbits, a lamb After a harsh word or two my wife and I good friends All ended in love All made much worse in their report among people than they are All the fleas came to him and not to me All divided that were bred so long at school together All may see how slippery places all courtiers stand in All things to be managed with faction All the towne almost going out of towne (Plague panic) Ambassador--that he is an honest man sent to lie abroad Among many lazy people that the diligent man becomes necessary An exceeding pretty lass, and right for the sport An offer of L500 for a Baronet's dignity And for his beef, says he, "Look how fat it is" And if ever I fall on it again, I deserve to be undone And a deal of do of which I am weary And they did lay pigeons to his feet And there, did what I would with her And so to sleep till the morning, but was bit cruelly And so to bed and there entertained her with great content And feeling for a chamber-pott, there was none And with the great men in curing of their claps And so by coach, though hard to get it, being rainy, home Angry, and so continued till bed, and did not sleep friends Aptness I have to be troubled at any thing that crosses me Archbishop is a wencher, and known to be so As much his friend as his interest will let him As very a gossip speaking of her neighbours as any body As all other women, cry, and yet talk of other things As he called it, the King's seventeenth whore abroad As all things else did not come up to my expectations Asleep, while the wench sat mending my breeches by my bedside At least 12 or 14,000 people in the street (to see the hanging) At a loss whether it will be better for me to have him die Badge of slavery upon the whole people (taxes)