Part 22

Sent me last night, as a bribe, a barrel of sturgeon

Sermon without affectation or study

Sermon ended, and the church broke up, and my amours ended also

Sermon upon Original Sin, neither understood by himself

Sermon; but, it being a Presbyterian one, it was so long

Shakespeare's plays

Shame such a rogue should give me and all of us this trouble

She is conceited that she do well already

She used the word devil, which vexed me

She was so ill as to be shaved and pidgeons put to her feet

She begins not at all to take pleasure in me or study to please

She is a very good companion as long as she is well

She also washed my feet in a bath of herbs, and so to bed

She had got and used some puppy-dog water

She hath got her teeth new done by La Roche

She loves to be taken dressing herself, as I always find her

She so cruel a hypocrite that she can cry when she pleases

She finds that I am lousy

Short of what I expected, as for the most part it do fall out

Shy of any warr hereafter, or to prepare better for it

Sick of it and of him for it

Sicke men that are recovered, they lying before our office doors

Silence; it being seldom any wrong to a man to say nothing

Singing with many voices is not singing

Sir W. Pen was so fuddled that we could not try him to play

Sir W. Pen did it like a base raskall, and so I shall remember

Sit up till 2 o'clock that she may call the wench up to wash

Slabbering my band sent home for another