ind of indignity, not with a
difficulty and honour that it ought to have been done in to him. Thence
home and to my office, wrote by the post, and then to read a little in
Dr. Power's book of discovery by the Microscope to enable me a little
how to use and what to expect from my glasse. So to supper and to bed.

14th (Lord's day). After long lying discoursing with my wife, I up,
and comes Mr. Holliard to see me, who concurs with me that my pain is
nothing but cold in my legs breeding wind, and got only by my using to
wear a gowne, and that I am not at all troubled with any ulcer, but my
thickness of water comes from my overheat in my back. He gone, comes Mr.
Herbert, Mr. Honiwood's man, and dined with me, a very honest, plain,
well-meaning man, I think him to be; and by his discourse and manner of
life, the true embleme of an old ordinary serving-man. After dinner up
to my chamber and made an end of Dr. Power's booke of the Microscope,
very fine and to my content, and then my wife and I with great pleasure,
but with great difficulty before we could come to find the manner of
seeing any thing by my microscope. At last did with good content, though
not so much as I expect when I come to understand it better. By and by
comes W. Joyce, in his silke suit, and cloake lined with velvett:
staid talking with me, and I very merry at it. He supped with me; but a
cunning, crafty fellow he is, and dangerous to displease, for his tongue
spares nobody. After supper I up to read a little, and then to bed.

15th. Up, and with Sir J. Minnes by coach to St. James's, and there did
our business with the Duke, who tells us more and more signs of a Dutch
warr, and how we must presently set out a fleete for Guinny, for the
Dutch are doing so, and there I believe the warr will begin. Thence home
with him again, in our way he talking of his cures abroad, while he was
with the King as a doctor, and above all men the pox. And among others,
Sir J. Denham he told me he had cured, after it was come to an ulcer
all over his face, to a miracle. To the Coffee-house I, and so to the
'Change a little, and then home to dinner with Creed, whom I met at the
Coffee-house, and after dinner by coach set him down at the Temple, and
I and my wife to Mr. Blagrave's. They being none of them at home; I to
the Hall, leaving her there, and thence to the Trumpett, whither came
Mrs. Lane, and there begins a sad story how her husband, as I feared,
proves not worth a fart