Part 5

After a harsh word or two my wife and I good friends By and by met at her chamber, and there did what I would Did drink of the College beer, which is very good Got her upon my knee (the coach being full) and played with her Lady Duchesse the veryest slut and drudge Last act of friendship in telling me of my faults also Scotch song of "Barbary Allen" Tooth-ake made him no company, and spoilt ours Wherewith to give every body something for their pains Who must except against every thing and remedy nothing

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAR/APR 1665/66 [SP#49][sp49g10.txt]4164

Ashamed at myself for this losse of time Begun to write idle and from the purpose Counterfeit mirthe and pleasure with them, but had but little Driven down again with a stinke by Sir W. Pen's shying of a pot Great newes of the Swedes declaring for us against the Dutch He has been inconvenienced by being too free in discourse Mass, and some of their musique, which is not so contemptible Reading over my dear "Faber fortunae," of my Lord Bacon's Thence to Mrs. Martin's, and did what I would with her Through want of money and good conduct Too late for them to enjoy it with any pleasure Tooke my wife well dressed into the Hall to see and be seen

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAY/JUN 1666 [sp50g10.txt]

A cat will be a cat still And if ever I fall on it again, I deserve to be undone Apprehension of the King of France's invading us As very a gossip speaking of her neighbours as any body Baited at Islington, and so late home about 11 at night Called at a little ale-house, and had an eele pye Checking her last night in the coach in her long stories Foretelling the draught of water of a ship before she be launche Great deale of tittle tattle discourse to little purpose He is such innocent company Here I first saw oranges grow I do not value her, or mind her as I ought I to bed even by daylight Long petticoat dragging under their men's coats Mightily pleased with myself for the business that I have done Mightily vexed at my being abroad with these women Never fought with worse officers in his life Not being well pleased with her over free and loose company Now very big, and within a fortnight of lying down Out also to and fro, to see and be seen Providing against a foule day to get as much money into my hands Rejoiced over head and ears in this good newes Requisite I be prepared against the man's friendship Sang till about twelve at night, with mighty pleasure Send up and down for a nurse to take the girle home Shy of any warr hereafter, or to prepare better for it So back again home to supper and to bed with great pleasure So home and to supper with beans and bacon and to bed That I may look as a man minding business There did what I would with her There did what 'je voudrais avec' her . . . . Think that we are beaten in every respect This is the use we make of our fathers Took him home the money, and, though much to my grief Unless my too-much addiction to pleasure undo me What itching desire I did endeavour to see Bagwell's wife Young man play the foole upon the doctrine of purgatory

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JULY 1666 [sp51g10.txt]

Better the musique, the more sicke it makes him Contempt of the ceremoniousnesse of the King of Spayne Listening to no reasoning for it, be it good or bad Many women now-a-days of mean sort in the streets, but no men Milke, which I drank to take away, my heartburne No money to do it with, nor anybody to trust us without it Rather hear a cat mew, than the best musique in the world Says, of all places, if there be hell, it is here So to bed in some little discontent, but no words from me The gentlemen captains will undo us To bed, after washing my legs and feet with warm water Venison-pasty that we have for supper to-night to the cook's With a shower of hail as big as walnuts World sees now the use of them for shelter of men (fore-castles)

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, AUG/SEP 1666 [sp52g10.txt]

About my new closet, for my mind is full of nothing but that About the nature of sounds All the innocent pleasure in the world Angry, and so continued till bed, and did not sleep friends Beare-garden Being examined at Allgate, whether we were husbands and wives Did dig another, and put our wine in it; and I my Parmazan cheese Do bury still of the plague seven or eight in a day Durst not ask any body how it was with us Evelyn, who cries out against it, and calls it bitchering Fire grow; and, as it grew darker, appeared more and more Good sport of the bull's tossing of the dogs Great fire they saw in the City Horrid malicious bloody flame I never did observe so much of myself in my life No manner of means used to quench the fire Not permit her begin to do so, lest worse should follow Offered to stop the fire near his house for such a reward Pain to ride in a coach with them, for fear of being seen Plot in it, and that the French had done it Put up with too much care, that I have forgot where they are Removing goods from one burned house to another Sad sight it was: the whole City almost on fire Staying out late, and painting in the absence of her husband There did 'tout ce que je voudrais avec' her This unhappinesse of ours do give them heart Ye pulling down of houses, in ye way of ye fire

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, OCTOBER 1666 [sp53g10.txt]

Being there, and seeming to do something, while we do not Bill against importing Irish cattle Bringing over one discontented man, you raise up three But how many years I cannot tell; but my wife says ten But pretty! how I took another pretty woman for her Catholiques are everywhere and bold Did tumble them all the afternoon as I pleased Discoursing upon the sad condition of the times Exceeding kind to me, more than usual, which makes me afeard Fashion, the King says; he will never change I did what I would, and might have done anything else King be desired to put all Catholiques out of employment King hath lost his power, by submitting himself to this way So home to supper, and to bed, it being my wedding night The very rum man must have L200 Time spending, and no money to set anything in hand

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, NOVEMBER 1666 [sp54g10.txt]

Amending of bad blood by borrowing from a better body And for his beef, says he, "Look how fat it is" First their apes, that they may be afterwards their slaves For a land-tax and against a general excise I had six noble dishes for them, dressed by a man-cook In opposition to France, had made us throw off their fashion Magnifying the graces of the nobility and prelates Origin in the use of a plane against the grain of the wood Play on the harpsicon, till she tired everybody Reading to my wife and brother something in Chaucer Said that there hath been a design to poison the King Tax the same man in three or four several capacities There I did lay the beginnings of a future 'amour con elle' Too much ill newes true, to afflict ourselves with uncertain What I had writ foule in short hand

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, DECEMBER 1666 [sp55g10.txt]

Being five years behindhand for their wages (court musicians) But fit she should live where he hath a mind Gladder to have just now received it (than a promise) Most homely widow, but young, and pretty rich, and good natured No Parliament can, as he says, be kept long good Peace with France, which, as a Presbyterian, he do not like That I may have nothing by me but what is worth keeping Weary of the following of my pleasure

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1666 N.S. COMPLETE [sp56g10.txt]

A cat will be a cat still About the nature of sounds About my new closet, for my mind is full of nothing but that After a harsh word or two my wife and I good friends All the innocent pleasure in the world Amending of bad blood by borrowing from a better body And if ever I fall on it again, I deserve to be undone And for his beef, says he, "Look how fat it is" Angry, and so continued till bed, and did not sleep friends Apprehension of the King of France's invading us As very a gossip speaking of her neighbours as any body Ashamed at myself for this losse of time Baited at Islington, and so late home about 11 at night Beare-garden Begun to write idle and from the purpose Being there, and seeming to do something, while we do not Being examined at Allgate, whether we were husbands and wives Being five years behindhand for their wages (court musicians) Better the musique, the more sicke it makes him Bill against importing Irish cattle Bringing over one discontented man, you raise up three But pretty! how I took another pretty woman for her But fit she should live where he hath a mind But how many years I cannot tell; but my wife says ten By and by met at her chamber, and there did what I would Called at a little ale-house, and had an eele pye Catholiques are everywhere and bold Checking her last night in the coach in her long stories Contempt of the ceremoniousnesse of the King of Spayne Counterfeit mirthe and pleasure with them, but had but little Did tumble them all the afternoon as I pleased Did drink of the College beer, which is very good Did dig another, and put our wine in it; and I my Parmazan cheese Discoursing upon the sad condition of the times Do bury still of the plague seven or eight in a day Driven down again with a stinke by Sir W. Pen's shying of a pot Durst not ask any body how it was with us Evelyn, who cries out against it, and calls it bitchering Exceeding kind to me, more than usual, which makes me afeard Fashion, the King says; he will never change Fire grow; and, as it grew darker, appeared more and more First their apes, that they may be afterwards their slaves For a land-tax and against a general excise Foretelling the draught of water of a ship before she be launche Gladder to have just now received it (than a promise) Good sport of the bull's tossing of the dogs Got her upon my knee (the coach being full) and played with her Great fire they saw in the City Great deale of tittle tattle discourse to little purpose Great newes of the Swedes declaring for us against the Dutch He is such innocent company He has been inconvenienced by being too free in discourse Here I first saw oranges grow Horrid malicious bloody flame I to bed even by daylight I do not value her, or mind her as I ought I did what I would, and might have done anything else I never did observe so much of myself in my life I had six noble dishes for them, dressed by a man-cook In opposition to France, had made us throw off their fashion King hath lost his power, by submitting himself to this way King be desired to put all Catholiques out of employment Lady Duchesse the veryest slut and drudge Last act of friendship in telling me of my faults also Listening to no reasoning for it, be it good or bad Long petticoat dragging under their men's coats Magnifying the graces of the nobility and prelates Many women now-a-days of mean sort in the streets, but no men Mass, and some of their musique, which is not so contemptible Mightily pleased with myself for the business that I have done Mightily vexed at my being abroad with these women Milke, which I drank to take away, my heartburne Most homely widow, but young, and pretty rich, and good natured Never fought with worse officers in his life No Parliament can, as he says, be kept long good No manner of means used to quench the fire No money to do it with, nor anybody to trust us without it Not being well pleased with her over free and loose company Not permit her begin to do so, lest worse should follow Now very big, and within a fortnight of lying down Offered to stop the fire near his house for such a reward Origin in the use of a plane against the grain of the wood Out also to and fro, to see and be seen Pain to ride in a coach with them, for fear of being seen Peace with France, which, as a Presbyterian, he do not like Play on the harpsicon, till she tired everybody Plot in it, and that the French had done it Providing against a foule day to get as much money into my hands Put up with too much care, that I have forgot where they are Rather hear a cat mew, than the best musique in the world Reading over my dear "Faber fortunae," of my Lord Bacon's Reading to my wife and brother something in Chaucer Rejoiced over head and ears in this good newes Removing goods from one burned house to another Requisite I be prepared against the man's friendship Sad sight it was: the whole City almost on fire Said that there hath been a design to poison the King Sang till about twelve at night, with mighty pleasure Says, of all places, if there be hell, it is here Scotch song of "Barbary Allen" Send up and down for a nurse to take the girle home Shy of any warr hereafter, or to prepare better for it So home to supper, and to bed, it being my wedding night So back again home to supper and to bed with great pleasure So to bed in some little discontent, but no words from me So home and to supper with beans and bacon and to bed Staying out late, and painting in the absence of her husband Tax the same man in three or four several capacities That I may have nothing by me but what is worth keeping That I may look as a man minding business The gentlemen captains will undo us The very rum man must have L200 Thence to Mrs. Martin's, and did what I would with her There did what 'je voudrais avec' her . . . . There did 'tout ce que je voudrais avec' her There I did lay the beginnings of a future 'amour con elle' There did what I would with her Think that we are beaten in every respect This is the use we make of our fathers This unhappinesse of ours do give them heart Through want of money and good conduct Time spending, and no money to set anything in hand To bed, after washing my legs and feet with warm water Too late for them to enjoy it with any pleasure Too much ill newes true, to afflict ourselves with uncertain Took him home the money, and, though much to my grief Tooke my wife well dressed into the Hall to see and be seen Tooth-ake made him no company, and spoilt ours Unless my too-much addiction to pleasure undo me Venison-pasty that we have for supper to-night to the cook's Weary of the following of my pleasure What I had writ foule in short hand What itching desire I did endeavour to see Bagwell's wife Wherewith to give every body something for their pains Who must except against every thing and remedy nothing With a shower of hail as big as walnuts World sees now the use of them for shelter of men (fore-castles) Ye pulling down of houses, in ye way of ye fire Young man play the foole upon the doctrine of purgatory

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JANUARY 1966/67 [sp57g10.txt]

Baker's house in Pudding Lane, where the late great fire begun Bill against importing Cattle from Ireland But my wife vexed, which vexed me Clap of the pox which he got about twelve years ago Come to us out of bed in his furred mittens and furred cap Court full of great apprehensions of the French Declared he will never have another public mistress again Desk fastened to one of the armes of his chayre Do outdo the Lords infinitely (debates in the Commons) Enough existed to build a ship (Pieces of the true Cross) Enviously, said, I could not come honestly by them Erasmus "de scribendis epistolis" For I will be hanged before I seek to him, unless I see I need Gold holds up its price still Have not any awe over them from the King's displeasure (Commons) He will do no good, he being a man of an unsettled head I did get her hand to me under my cloak I perceive no passion in a woman can be lasting long Mazer or drinking-bowl turned out of some kind of wood Mirrors which makes the room seem both bigger and lighter Outdo for neatness and plenty anything done by any of them Poll Bill Saying, that for money he might be got to our side Sermon without affectation or study Some ends of my own in what advice I do give her The pleasure of my not committing these things to my memory Very great tax; but yet I do think it is so perplexed Where a piece of the Cross is Whip this child till the blood come, if it were my child! Whom, in mirth to us, he calls Antichrist Wonders that she cannot be as good within as she is fair without Yet let him remember the days of darkness

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, FEBRUARY 1966/67 [sp58g10.txt]

Being taken with a Psalmbook or Testament Consider that this is all the pleasure I live for in the world Dinner, an ill and little mean one, with foul cloth and dishes If the word Inquisition be but mentioned King's service is undone, and those that trust him perish Mean, methinks, and is as if they had married like dog and bitch Musique in the morning to call up our new-married people Must yet pay to the Poll Bill for this pension (unreceived) New medall, where, in little, there is Mrs. Steward's face Not thinking them safe men to receive such a gratuity Only because she sees it is the fashion (She likes it) Prince's being trepanned, which was in doing just as we passed Proud that she shall come to trill Receive the applications of people, and hath presents Seems she hath had long melancholy upon her Sermon upon Original Sin, neither understood by himself Sick of it and of him for it The world do not grow old at all Then home, and merry with my wife Though he knows, if he be not a fool, that I love him not To my joy, I met not with any that have sped better than myself Used to make coal fires, and wash my foul clothes

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MARCH 1966/67 [sp59g10.txt]

Angling with a minikin, a gut-string varnished over Better now than never Bring me a periwig, but it was full of nits Buying up of goods in case there should be war For I will not be inward with him that is open to another He is a man of no worth in the world but compliment History of this day's growth, we cannot tell the truth I love the treason I hate the traitor King of France did think other princes fit for nothing My wife will keep to one another and let the world go hang No man knowing what to do, whether to sell or buy Not more than I expected, nor so much by a great deal as I ought Now above six months since (smoke from the cellars) Reparation for what we had embezzled Uncertainty of all history Whatever I do give to anybody else, I shall give her

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, APRIL 1667 [sp60g10.txt]

As he called it, the King's seventeenth whore abroad He is not a man fit to be told what one hears I having now seen a play every day this week Ill sign when we are once to come to study how to excuse King is offended with the Duke of Richmond's marrying Mrs. Stewart's sending the King his jewels again Much difficulty to get pews, I offering the sexton money My people do observe my minding my pleasure more than usual My wife this night troubled at my leaving her alone so much Never was known to keep two mistresses in his life (Charles II.) Officers are four years behind-hand unpaid Sparrowgrass Suspect the badness of the peace we shall make Swear they will not go to be killed and have no pay

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, MAY 1667 [sp61g10.txt]

Advantage a man of the law hath over all other people Certainly Annapolis must be defended,--where is Annapolis? Credit of this office hath received by this rogue's occasion Did take me up very prettily in one or two things that I said Father, who to supper and betimes to bed at his country hours Give the King of France Nova Scotia, which he do not like Hath given her the pox, but I hope it is not so How do the children? Hunt up and down with its mouth if you touch the cheek Just set down to dinner, and I dined with them, as I intended Little worth of this world, to buy it with so much pain Looks to lie down about two months hence Pit, where the bears are baited Said to die with the cleanest hands that ever any Lord Treasurer Says of wood, that it is an excrescence of the earth Shame such a rogue should give me and all of us this trouble Street ordered to be continued, forty feet broad, from Paul's Think never to see this woman--at least, to have her here more We find the two young ladies come home, and their patches off Which he left him in the lurch Who continues so ill as not to be troubled with business Whose red nose makes me ashamed to be seen with him Wretch, n., often used as an expression of endearment

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, JUNE 1667 [sp62g10.txt]