Greatest businesses are done so superficially Had no more manners than to invite me and to let me pay Had his hand cut off, and was hanged presently! Had what pleasure almost I would with her Had the umbles of it for dinner Half a pint of Rhenish wine at the Still-yard, mixed with beer Hanged with a silken halter Hanging jack to roast birds on Hard matter to settle to business after so much leisure Hate in others, and more in myself, to be careless of keys Hates to have any body mention what he had done the day before Hath not a liberty of begging till he hath served three years Hath a good heart to bear, or a cunning one to conceal his evil Hath given her the pox, but I hope it is not so Have not known her this fortnight almost, which is a pain to me Have not any awe over them from the King's displeasure (Commons) Have not much to lose, and therefore will venture all Have been so long absent that I am ashamed to go Having some experience, but greater conceit of it than is fit He that will not stoop for a pin, will never be worth a pound He made but a poor sermon, but long He has been inconvenienced by being too free in discourse He having made good promises, though I fear his performance He hoped he should live to see her "ugly and willing" He is too wise to be made a friend of He was fain to lie in the priest's hole a good while He was charged with making himself popular He is, I perceive, wholly sceptical, as well as I He is a man of no worth in the world but compliment He is not a man fit to be told what one hears Heard noises over their head upon the leads Heeling her on one side to make her draw little water Helping to slip their calfes when there is occasion Her months upon her is gone to bed Here I first saw oranges grow Hired her to procure this poor soul for him His enemies have done him as much good as he could wish His readiness to speak spoilt all His satisfaction is nothing worth, it being easily got His company ever wearys me Holes for me to see from my closet into the great office Hopes to have had a bout with her before she had gone Houses marked with a red cross upon the doors How the Presbyterians would be angry if they durst How highly the Presbyters do talk in the coffeehouses still How little merit do prevail in the world, but only favour How little heed is had to the prisoners and sicke and wounded How unhappily a man may fall into a necessity of bribing people How natural it is for us to slight people out of power How little to be presumed of in our greatest undertakings Hugged, it being cold now in the mornings . . . . I took occasion to be angry with him I could not forbear to love her exceedingly I do not value her, or mind her as I ought I did what I would, and might have done anything else I have itched mightily these 6 or 7 days I know not whether to be glad or sorry I was as merry as I could counterfeit myself to be I could have answered, but forbore