Baker's house in Pudding Lane, where the late great fire begun Baseness and looseness of the Court Bath at the top of his house Beare-garden Because I would not be over sure of any thing Before I sent my boy out with them, I beat him for a lie Begun to smell, and so I caused it to be set forth (corpse) Being there, and seeming to do something, while we do not Being cleansed of lice this day by my wife Being very poor and mean as to the bearing with trouble Being taken with a Psalmbook or Testament Below what people think these great people say and do Best fence against the Parliament's present fury is delay Better now than never Bewailing the vanity and disorders of the age 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 a woful rude rabble there was, and such noises But so fearful I am of discontenting my wife 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 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 Came to bed to me, but all would not make me friends Cannot bring myself to mind my business Cannot be clean to go so many bodies together in the same water 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 Cavaliers have now the upper hand clear of the Presbyterians Charles Barkeley's greatness is only his being pimp to the King Chocolate was introduced into England about the year 1652 Church, where a most insipid young coxcomb preached City to be burned, and the Papists to cut our throats Clap of the pox which he got about twelve years ago