Part 20

Pit, where the bears are baited

Plague claimed 68,596 victims (in 1665)

Plague is much in Amsterdam, and we in fears of it here

Plague, forty last night, the bell always going

Play good, but spoiled with the ryme, which breaks the sense

Pleases them mightily, and me not at all

Poor seamen that lie starving in the streets

Posies for Rings, Handkerchers and Gloves

Pray God give me a heart to fear a fall, and to prepare for it!

Presbyterians against the House of Lords

Presse seamen, without which we cannot really raise men

Pressing in it as if none of us had like care with him

Pretends to a resolution of being hereafter very clean

Pretty sayings, which are generally like paradoxes

Pretty to see the young pretty ladies dressed like men

Pride of some persons and vice of most was but a sad story

Pride and debauchery of the present clergy

Protestants as to the Church of Rome are wholly fanatiques

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

Quakers being charmed by a string about their wrists

Quakers do still continue, and rather grow than lessen

Quakers and others that will not have any bell ring for them

Rabbit not half roasted, which made me angry with my wife

Raising of our roofs higher to enlarge our houses

Reading to my wife and brother something in Chaucer

Reading over my dear "Faber fortunae," of my Lord Bacon's

Receive the applications of people, and hath presents