Part 4

Bringing over one discontented man, you raise up three

Bristol milk (the sherry) in the vaults

Broken sort of people, that have not much to lose

Burned it, that it might not be among my books to my shame

Business of abusing the Puritans begins to grow stale

But a woful rude rabble there was, and such noises

But so fearful I am of discontenting my wife

But I think I am not bound to discover myself

But we were friends again as we are always

But this the world believes, and so let them

But if she will ruin herself, I cannot help it

But my wife vexed, which vexed me

Buy some roll-tobacco to smell to and chaw

Buying up of goods in case there should be war

Buying his place of my Lord Barkely

By his many words and no understanding, confound himself

By chewing of tobacco is become very fat and sallow

By and by met at her chamber, and there did what I would

By her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at last

Called at a little ale-house, and had an eele pye

Came to bed to me, but all would not make me friends

Cannot bring myself to mind my business

Cannot be clean to go so many bodies together in the same water

Cast stones with his horne crooke

Castlemayne is sicke again, people think, slipping her filly

Catched cold yesterday by putting off my stockings

Catholiques are everywhere and bold

Cavaliers have now the upper hand clear of the Presbyterians