Part 8

Exceeding kind to me, more than usual, which makes me afeard

Exclaiming against men's wearing their hats on in the church

Excommunications, which they send upon the least occasions

Expectation of profit will have its force

Expected musique, the missing of which spoiled my dinner

Faced white coat, made of one of my wife's pettycoates

Familiarity with her other servants is it that spoils them all

Fanatiques do say that the end of the world is at hand

Fashionable and black spots

Fear all his kindness is but only his lust to her

Fear that the goods and estate would be seized (after suicide)

Fear it may do him no good, but me hurt

Fear I shall not be able to wipe my hands of him again

Fear she should prove honest and refuse and then tell my wife

Feared I might meet with some people that might know me

Fearful that I might not go far enough with my hat off

Fears some will stand for the tolerating of Papists

Fell to sleep as if angry

Fell a-crying for joy, being all maudlin and kissing one another

Fell to dancing, the first time that ever I did in my life

Fetch masts from New England

Feverish, and hath sent for Mr. Pierce to let him blood

Few in any age that do mind anything that is abstruse

Find that now and then a little difference do no hurte

Find it a base copy of a good originall, that vexed me

Find myself to over-value things when a child

Finding my wife not sick, but yet out of order

Finding my wife's clothes lie carelessly laid up