ver be worth a pound

He made but a poor sermon, but long

He has been inconvenienced by being too
free in discourse

He having made good promises, though I
fear his performance

He hoped he should live to see her
"ugly and willing"

He is too wise to be made a friend of

He was fain to lie in the priest's hole
a good while

He was charged with making himself
popular

He is, I perceive, wholly sceptical, as
well as I

He is a man of no worth in the world
but compliment

He is not a man fit to be told what one
hears

Heard noises over their head upon the
leads

Heeling her on one side to make her
draw little water

Helping to slip their calfes when there
is occasion

Her months upon her is gone to bed

Here I first saw oranges grow

Hired her to procure this poor soul for
him

His enemies have done him as much good
as he could wish

His readiness to speak spoilt all

His satisfaction is nothing worth, it
being easily got

His company ever wearys me

Holes for me to see from my closet into
the great office

Hopes to have had a bout with her
before she had gone

Houses marked with a red cross upon the
doors

How the Presbyterians would be angry if
they durst

How highly the Presbyters do talk in
the coffeehouses still

How little merit do prevail in the
world, but only favour

How little heed is had to the prisoners
and sicke and wounded

How unhappily a man may fall into a
necessity of bribing people

How natural it is for us to slight
people out of power

How little to be presumed of in our
greatest undertakings

Hugged, it being cold now in the
mornings . . . .

I took occasion to be angry with him

I could not forbear to love her
exceedingly

I do not value her, or mind her as I
ought

I did what I would, and might have done
anything else

I have itched mightily these 6 or 7
days

I know not whether to be glad or sorry

I was as merry as I could counterfeit
myself to be

I could have answered, but forbore

I have a good mind to have the
maidenhead of this girl

I know not how in the world to abstain
from reading

I fear that it must be as it can, and
not as I would

I had six noble dishes for them,
dressed by a man-cook

I find her painted, which makes me
loathe her (cosmetics)

I did get her hand to me under my cloak

I perceive no passion in a woman can be
lasting long

I having now seen a play every day this
week

I wa