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And so to bed and there entertained her with great content Apprehend about one hundred Quakers Being cleansed of lice this day by my wife Conceited, but that's no matter to me Fear it may do him no good, but me hurt Fearful that I might not go far enough with my hat off He having made good promises, though I fear his performance My wife has got too great head to be brought down soon So much is it against my nature to owe anything to any body Sporting in my fancy with the Queen Things being dear and little attendance to be had we went away Towzing her and doing what I would, but the last thing of all. . . .

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, SEP/OCT 1663 [sp28g10.txt]

And so to sleep till the morning, but was bit cruelly And there, did what I would with her Content as to be at our own home, after being abroad awhile Found guilty, and likely will be hanged (for stealing spoons) Half a pint of Rhenish wine at the Still-yard, mixed with beer His readiness to speak spoilt all No more matter being made of the death of one than another Out of an itch to look upon the s.l.u.ts there Plague is much in Amsterdam, and we in fears of it here Pride himself too much in it Reckon nothing money but when it is in the bank Resolve to live well and die a beggar Scholler, that would needs put in his discourse (every occasion) She was so ill as to be shaved and pidgeons put to her feet The plague is got to Amsterdam, brought by a ship from Argier We having no luck in maids now-a-days Who is over head and eares in getting her house up

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOV/DEC 1663 [sp29g10.txt]

Again that she spoke but somewhat of what she had in her heart Better we think than most other couples do Compliment from my aunt, which I take kindly as it is unusual Did go to Shoe Lane to see a c.o.c.ke-fighting at a new pit there Dined at home alone, a good calves head boiled and dumplings Every man looking after himself, and his owne l.u.s.t and luxury Excommunications, which they send upon the least occasions Expectation of profit will have its force King was gone to play at Tennis Opening his mind to him as of one that may hereafter be his foe Pen was then turned Quaker Persuade me that she should prove with child since last night Pride and debauchery of the present clergy Quakers being charmed by a string about their wrists Taught my wife some part of subtraction To bed with discontent she yielded to me and began to be fond

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1663 N.S. COMPLETE [sp30g10.txt]

A woman sober, and no high-flyer, as he calls it Academy was dissolved by order of the Pope After oysters, at first course, a hash of rabbits, a lamb After some pleasant talk, my wife, Ashwell, and I to bed After awhile I caressed her and parted seeming friends Again that she spoke but somewhat of what she had in her heart 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 so to bed, my father lying with me in Ashwell's bed Apprehend about one hundred Quakers At last we pretty good friends Before I sent my boy out with them, I beat him for a lie Being cleansed of lice this day by my wife Better we think than most other couples do Book itself, and both it and them not worth a t.u.r.d But a woful rude rabble there was, and such noises Compliment from my aunt, which I take kindly as it is unusual Conceited, but that's no matter to me Content as to be at our own home, after being abroad awhile Dare not oppose it alone for making an enemy and do no good Did so watch to see my wife put on drawers, which (she did) Did go to Shoe Lane to see a c.o.c.ke-fighting at a new pit there Did find none of them within, which I was glad of Dined at home alone, a good calves head boiled and dumplings Dinner was great, and most neatly dressed Dog attending us, which made us all merry again Dr. Calamy is this day sent to Newgate for preaching Duodecimal arithmetique Eat a mouthful of pye at home to stay my stomach Employed by the fencers to play prizes at Enquiring into the selling of places do trouble a great many Every man looking after himself, and his owne l.u.s.t and luxury Every small thing is enough now-a-days to bring a difference Excommunications, which they send upon the least occasions Expectation of profit will have its force Familiarity with her other servants is it that spoils them all Fear it may do him no good, but me hurt Fearful that I might not go far enough with my hat off Feverish, and hath sent for Mr. Pierce to let him blood Found guilty, and likely will be hanged (for stealing spoons) Found him a fool, as he ever was, or worse Galileo's air thermometer, made before 1597 Give her a Lobster and do so touse her and feel her all over G.o.d knows that I do not find honesty enough in my own mind Goes with his guards with him publiquely, and his trumpets Goes down the wind in honour as well as every thing else Great plot which was lately discovered in Ireland Had a good supper of an oxe's cheek Half a pint of Rhenish wine at the Still-yard, mixed with beer Hanged with a silken halter He is too wise to be made a friend of He hoped he should live to see her "ugly and willing"

He having made good promises, though I fear his performance His readiness to speak spoilt all How highly the Presbyters do talk in the coffeehouses still I calling her beggar, and she me p.r.i.c.klouse, which vexed me I and she never were so heartily angry in our lives as to-day I do not find other people so willing to do business as myself I slept most of the sermon I was very angry, and resolve to beat him to-morrow Ill humour to be so against that which all the world cries up In some churches there was hardly ten people in the whole church Insurrection of the Catholiques there It must be the old ones that must do any good Jealous, though G.o.d knows I have no great reason John has got a wife, and for that he intends to part with him Justice of proceeding not to condemn a man unheard Keep at interest, which is a good, quiett, and easy profit King was gone to play at Tennis Lady Castlemaine hath all the King's Christmas presents Lay long in bed talking and pleasing myself with my wife Lay very long with my wife in bed talking with great pleasure Lay chiding, and then pleased with my wife in bed Liability of a husband to pay for goods supplied his wife Many thousands in a little time go out of England Matters in Ireland are full of discontent Money, which sweetens all things Most flat dead sermon, both for matter and manner of delivery Much discourse, but little to be learned My maid Susan ill, or would be thought so My wife has got too great head to be brought down soon My wife and her maid Ashwell had between them spilled the pot. . . .

No more matter being made of the death of one than another No sense nor grammar, yet in as good words that ever I saw Nor will yield that the Papists have any ground given them Nor would become obliged too much to any Nothing in the world done with true integrity Nothing of any truth and sincerity, but mere envy and design Nothing is to be got without offending G.o.d and the King Once a week or so I know a gentleman must go . . . .

Opening his mind to him as of one that may hereafter be his foe Out of an itch to look upon the, s.l.u.ts there Pain of the stone, and makes b.l.o.o.d.y water with great pain Parliament do agree to throw down Popery Pen was then turned Quaker Persuade me that she should prove with child since last night Plague is much in Amsterdam, and we in fears of it here Pride and debauchery of the present clergy Pride himself too much in it Quakers being charmed by a string about their wrists Rabbit not half roasted, which made me angry with my wife Railed bitterly ever and anon against John Calvin Reading my Latin grammar, which I perceive I have great need Reckon nothing money but when it is in the bank Resolve to live well and die a beggar Sad for want of my wife, whom I love with all my heart Saw his people go up and down louseing themselves Scholler, that would needs put in his discourse (every occasion) Scholler, but, it may be, thinks himself to be too much so See how time and example may alter a man See whether my wife did wear drawers to-day as she used to do Sent me last night, as a bribe, a barrel of sturgeon Servant of the King's pleasures too, as well as business She was so ill as to be shaved and pidgeons put to her feet She is conceited that she do well already She used the word devil, which vexed me She begins not at all to take pleasure in me or study to please So home, and mighty friends with my wife again So much is it against my nature to owe anything to any body So home to supper and bed with my father So home, and after supper did wash my feet, and so to bed So neat and kind one to another Softly up to see whether any of the beds were out of order or no Sorry for doing it now, because of obliging me to do the like Sporting in my fancy with the Queen Statute against selling of offices Talk very highly of liberty of conscience Taught my wife some part of subtraction That I might say I saw no money in the paper That he is not able to live almost with her The plague is got to Amsterdam, brought by a ship from Argier The goldsmith, he being one of the jury to-morrow The house was full of citizens, and so the less pleasant Thence by coach, with a mad coachman, that drove like mad There is no pa.s.sing but by coach in the streets, and hardly that There is no man almost in the City cares a t.u.r.d for him Therefore ought not to expect more justice from her These young Lords are not fit to do any service abroad They were so false spelt that I was ashamed of them They say now a common mistress to the King Things being dear and little attendance to be had we went away Though it be but little, yet I do get ground every month Through the Fleete Ally to see a couple of pretty [strumpets]

To bed with discontent she yielded to me and began to be fond Towzing her and doing what I would, but the last thing of all. . . .

Upon a small temptation I could be false to her Vexed at my wife's neglect in leaving of her scarf Waked this morning between four and five by my blackbird We having no luck in maids now-a-days Who is over head and eares in getting her house up Whose voice I am not to be reconciled Wife and the dancing-master alone above, not dancing but talking Wine, new and old, with labells pasted upon each bottle With much ado in an hour getting a coach home Would not make my coming troublesome to any Yet it was her fault not to see that I did take them

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JAN/FEB 1663/64 [sp31g10.txt]

A mad merry s.l.u.t she is A real and not a complimentary acknowledgment At least 12 or 14,000 people in the street (to see the hanging) Bearing more sayle will go faster than any other ships(multihull) But the wench went, and I believe had her turn served Chatted with her, her husband out of the way Could not saw above 4 inches of the stone in a day Do look upon me as a remembrancer of his former vanity Fear of making her think me to be in a better condition Few in any age that do mind anything that is abstruse G.o.d forgive me! what thoughts and wishes I had Good writers are not admired by the present Hear something of the effects of our last meeting (pregnancy?) I do not like his being angry and in debt both together to me I will not by any over submission make myself cheap Ireland in a very distracted condition Jane going into the boat did fall down and show her a.r.s.e King is mighty kind to these his b.a.s.t.a.r.d children King still do doat upon his women, even beyond all shame Mankind pleasing themselves in the easy delights of the world Play good, but spoiled with the ryme, which breaks the sense Pleased to look upon their pretty daughter Pray G.o.d give me a heart to fear a fall, and to prepare for it!

Pretty sayings, which are generally like paradoxes Ryme, which breaks the sense Sent my wife to get a place to see Turner hanged Sheriffs did endeavour to get one jewell So home to prayers and to bed Such open flattery is beastly Talked with Mrs. Lane about persuading her to Hawly Their saws have no teeth, but it is the sand only There did see Mrs. Lane. . . . .

Travels over the high hills in Asia above the clouds Wherein every party has laboured to cheat another Willing to receive a bribe if it were offered me Would make a dogg laugh

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MARCH 1663/64 [sp32g10.txt]

Doubtfull of himself, and easily be removed from his own opinion Drink a dish of coffee Ill from my late cutting my hair so close to my head Nothing of the memory of a man, an houre after he is dead!

She had got and used some puppy-dog water Subject to be put into a disarray upon very small occasions Very angry we were, but quickly friends again Went against me to have my wife and servants look upon them

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, APR/MAY 1664 [sp33g10.txt]

Bath at the top of his house Fear all his kindness is but only his l.u.s.t to her Fetch masts from New England Find myself to over-value things when a child Generally with corruption, but most indeed with neglect I slept soundly all the sermon In a hackney and full of people, was ashamed to be seen In my dining-room she was doing something upon the pott Methought very ill, or else I am grown worse to please Mrs. Lane was gone forth, and so I missed of my intent Saw "The German Princess" acted, by the woman herself Slabbering my band sent home for another That hair by hair had his horse's tail pulled off indeed

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JUN/JUL 1664 [sp34g10.txt]

All divided that were bred so long at school together Began discourse of my not getting of children Came to bed to me, but all would not make me friends Feared I might meet with some people that might know me Had no mind to meddle with her Her impudent tricks and ways of getting money How little to be presumed of in our greatest undertakings Mind to have her bring it home My wife made great means to be friends, coming to my bedside Never to trust too much to any man in the world Not well, and so had no pleasure at all with my poor wife Not when we can, but when we list Now against her going into the country (lay together) Periwigg he lately made me cleansed of its nits Presse seamen, without which we cannot really raise men Shakespeare's plays She had the cunning to cry a great while, and talk and blubber There eat and drank, and had my pleasure of her twice These Lords are hard to be trusted Things wear out of themselves and come fair again To my Lord Sandwich, thinking to have dined there Upon a very small occasion had a difference again broke out Very high and very foule words from her to me What wine you drinke, lett it bee at meales

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, AUG/SEP 1664 [sp35g10.txt]

All the men were dead of the plague, and the ship cast ash.o.r.e And with the great men in curing of their claps Expressly taking care that n.o.body might see this business done Having some experience, but greater conceit of it than is fit Helping to slip their calfes when there is occasion Her months upon her is gone to bed I had agreed with Jane Welsh, but she came not, which vexed me Lay long caressing my wife and talking Let her brew as she has baked New Netherlands to English rule, under the t.i.tle of New York Reduced the Dutch settlement of New Netherlands to English rule Staid two hours with her kissing her, but nothing more Strange slavery that I stand in to beauty Thinks she is with child, but I neither believe nor desire it Up, my mind very light from my last night's accounts We do nothing in this office like people able to carry on a warr Would either conform, or be more wise, and not be catched!

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, OCT/NOV 1664 [sp36g10.txt]

About several businesses, hoping to get money by them After many protestings by degrees I did arrive at what I would All ended in love Below what people think these great people say and do Even to the having bad words with my wife, and blows too Expected musique, the missing of which spoiled my dinner Gadding abroad to look after beauties Greatest businesses are done so superficially Little children employed, every one to do something Meazles, we fear, or, at least, of a scarlett feavour My leg fell in a hole broke on the bridge My wife was angry with me for not coming home, and for gadding Not the greatest wits, but the steady man Rotten teeth and false, set in with wire Till 12 at night, and then home to supper and to bed What a sorry dispatch these great persons give to business What is there more to be had of a woman than the possessing her Where a trade hath once been and do decay, it never recovers

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, DECEMBER 1664 [sp37g10.txt]

Irish in Ireland, whom Cromwell had settled all in one corner Tear all that I found either boyish or not to be worth keeping

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1664 N.S. COMPLETE [sp38g10.txt]

A real and not a complimentary acknowledgment A mad merry s.l.u.t she is About several businesses, hoping to get money by them After many protestings by degrees I did arrive at what I would All divided that were bred so long at school together All ended in love All the men were dead of the plague, and the ship cast ash.o.r.e And with the great men in curing of their claps At least 12 or 14,000 people in the street (to see the hanging) Bath at the top of his house Bearing more sayle will go faster than any other ships(multihull Began discourse of my not getting of children Below what people think these great people say and do But the wench went, and I believe had her turn served Came to bed to me, but all would not make me friends Chatted with her, her husband out of the way Could not saw above 4 inches of the stone in a day Do look upon me as a remembrancer of his former vanity Doubtfull of himself, and easily be removed from his own opinion Drink a dish of coffee Even to the having bad words with my wife, and blows too Expected musique, the missing of which spoiled my dinner Expressly taking care that n.o.body might see this business done Fear of making her think me to be in a better condition Fear all his kindness is but only his l.u.s.t to her Feared I might meet with some people that might know me Fetch masts from New England Few in any age that do mind anything that is abstruse Find myself to over-value things when a child Gadding abroad to look after beauties Generally with corruption, but most indeed with neglect G.o.d forgive me! what thoughts and wishes I had Good writers are not admired by the present Greatest businesses are done so superficially Had no mind to meddle with her Having some experience, but greater conceit of it than is fit Hear something of the effects of our last meeting (pregnancy?) Helping to slip their calfes when there is occasion Her months upon her is gone to bed Her impudent tricks and ways of getting money How little to be presumed of in our greatest undertakings I had agreed with Jane Welsh, but she came not, which vexed me I do not like his being angry and in debt both together to me I will not by any over submission make myself cheap I slept soundly all the sermon Ill from my late cutting my hair so close to my head In my dining-room she was doing something upon the pott In a hackney and full of people, was ashamed to be seen Ireland in a very distracted condition Irish in Ireland, whom Cromwell had settled all in one corner Jane going into the boat did fall down and show her a.r.s.e King is mighty kind to these his b.a.s.t.a.r.d children King still do doat upon his women, even beyond all shame Lay long caressing my wife and talking Let her brew as she has baked Little children employed, every one to do something Mankind pleasing themselves in the easy delights of the world Meazles, we fear, or, at least, of a scarlett feavour Methought very ill, or else I am grown worse to please Mind to have her bring it home Mrs. Lane was gone forth, and so I missed of my intent My wife was angry with me for not coming home, and for gadding My leg fell in a hole broke on the bridge My wife made great means to be friends, coming to my bedside Never to trust too much to any man in the world New Netherlands to English rule, under the t.i.tle of New York Not well, and so had no pleasure at all with my poor wife Not when we can, but when we list Not the greatest wits, but the steady man Nothing of the memory of a man, an houre after he is dead!

Now against her going into the country (lay together) Periwigg he lately made me cleansed of its nits Play good, but spoiled with the ryme, which breaks the sense Pleased to look upon their pretty daughter Pray G.o.d give me a heart to fear a fall, and to prepare for it!

Presse seamen, without which we cannot really raise men Pretty sayings, which are generally like paradoxes Reduced the Dutch settlement of New Netherlands to English rule Rotten teeth and false, set in with wire Ryme, which breaks the sense Saw "The German Princess" acted, by the woman herself Sent my wife to get a place to see Turner hanged Shakespeare's plays She had the cunning to cry a great while, and talk and blubber She had got and used some puppy-dog water Sheriffs did endeavour to get one jewell Slabbering my band sent home for another So home to prayers and to bed Staid two hours with her kissing her, but nothing more Strange slavery that I stand in to beauty Subject to be put into a disarray upon very small occasions Such open flattery is beastly Talked with Mrs. Lane about persuading her to Hawly Tear all that I found either boyish or not to be worth keeping That hair by hair had his horse's tail pulled off indeed Their saws have no teeth, but it is the sand only There eat and drank, and had my pleasure of her twice There did see Mrs. Lane. . . . .

These Lords are hard to be trusted Things wear out of themselves and come fair again Thinks she is with child, but I neither believe nor desire it Till 12 at night, and then home to supper and to bed To my Lord Sandwich, thinking to have dined there Travels over the high hills in Asia above the clouds Up, my mind very light from my last night's accounts Upon a very small occasion had a difference again broke out Very angry we were, but quickly friends again Very high and very foule words from her to me We do nothing in this office like people able to carry on a warr Went against me to have my wife and servants look upon them What wine you drinke, lett it bee at meales What a sorry dispatch these great persons give to business What is there more to be had of a woman than the possessing her Where a trade hath once been and do decay, it never recovers Wherein every party has laboured to cheat another Willing to receive a bribe if it were offered me Would either conform, or be more wise, and not be catched!

Would make a dogg laugh

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JAN/FEB 1964/65 [sp39g10.txt]

Accounts I never did see, or hope again to see in my days At a loss whether it will be better for me to have him die By his many words and no understanding, confound himself Church, where a most insipid young c.o.xcomb preached Clean myself with warm water; my wife will have me Costs me 12d. a kiss after the first Find that now and then a little difference do no hurte Going with her woman to a hot-house to bathe herself Good discourse and counsel from him, which I hope I shall take Great thaw it is not for a man to walk the streets Heard noises over their head upon the leads His disease was the pox and that he must be fluxed (Rupert) I know not how their fortunes may agree If the exportations exceed importations It is a strange thing how fancy works Law against it signifies nothing in the world Law and severity were used against drunkennesse Luxury and looseness of the times Must be forced to confess it to my wife, which troubles me My wife after her bathing lying alone in another bed No man is wise at all times Offer to give me a piece to receive of me 20 Pretends to a resolution of being hereafter very clean Sat an hour or two talking and discoursing . . . .

So great a trouble is fear Those bred in the North among the colliers are good for labour Tied our men back to back, and thrown them all into the sea Too much of it will make her know her force too much Up, leaving my wife in bed, being sick of her months When she least shews it hath her wit at work Where money is free, there is great plenty Who is the most, and promises the least, of any man Wife that brings me nothing almost (besides a comely person)