They beganne with discussing the Pronunciation of Latin and Greek, on which _Erasmus_ differeth much from us, though he holds to our Pronunciation of the _Theta_. Thence, to the absurde Partie of the _Ciceronians_ now in _Italie_, who will admit noe Author save _Tully_ to be read nor quoted, nor any Word not in his Writings to be used. Thence to the Latinitie of the _Fathers_, of whose Style he spake slightlie enow, but rated _Jerome_ above _Augustine_. At length, to his _Greek_ and _Latin Testament_, of late issued from the Presse, and the incredible Labour it hath cost him to make it as perfect as possible: on this Subject he so warmed that _Bess_ and I listened with suspended Breath. "May it please GOD," sayth he, knitting ferventlie his Hands, "to make it a Blessing to all Christendom! I look for noe other Reward. Scholars and Believers yet unborn may have Reason to thank, and yet may forget _Erasmus_." He then went on to explain to _Gunnel_ what he had much felt in want of, and hoped some Scholar might yet undertake; to wit, a Sort of _Index Bibliorum_, showing in how manie Passages of Holy Writ occurreth anie given Word, etc.; and he e'en proposed it to _Gunnel_, saying 'twas onlie the Work of Patience and Industry, and mighte be layd aside, and resumed as Occasion offered, and completed at Leisure, to the great Thankfullenesse of Scholars. But _Gunnel_ onlie smiled and shooke his Head. Howbeit, _Erasmus_ set forth his Scheme soe playnlie, that I, having a Pen in Hand, did privilie note down alle the Heads of the same, thinking, if none else would undertake it, why should not I? since Leisure and Industrie were alone required, and since 'twoulde be soe acceptable to manie, 'speciallie to _Erasmus_. _June 29th._ Hearde _Mother_ say to _Barbara_, "Be sure the Sirloin is well basted for the King's Physician;" which avised me that Dr. _Linacre_ was expected. In Truth, he returned with _Father_ in the Barge; and they tooke a Turn on the River Bank before sitting down to Table. I noted them from my Lattice; and anon, _Father_, beckoning me, cries, "Child, bring out my favourite Treatyse on Fisshynge, printed by _Wynkyn de Worde_; I must give the Doctor my loved Passage." Joyning 'em with the Booke, I found _Father_ telling him of the Roach, Dace, Chub, Barbel, etc., we oft catch opposite the Church; and hastilie turning over the Leaves, he beginneth with Unction to read the Passage ensuing, which I love to the full as much as he:--