nt man becomes necessary
An exceeding pretty lass, and right for
the sport
An offer of L500 for a Baronet's
dignity
And for his beef, says he, "Look how
fat it is"
And if ever I fall on it again, I
deserve to be undone
And a deal of do of which I am weary
And they did lay pigeons to his feet
And there, did what I would with her
And so to sleep till the morning, but
was bit cruelly
And so to bed and there entertained her
with great content
And feeling for a chamber-pott, there
was none
And with the great men in curing of
their claps
And so by coach, though hard to get it,
being rainy, home
Angry, and so continued till bed, and
did not sleep friends
Aptness I have to be troubled at any
thing that crosses me
Archbishop is a wencher, and known to
be so
As much his friend as his interest will
let him
As very a gossip speaking of her
neighbours as any body
As all other women, cry, and yet talk
of other things
As he called it, the King's seventeenth
whore abroad
As all things else did not come up to
my expectations
Asleep, while the wench sat mending my
breeches by my bedside
At least 12 or 14,000 people in the
street (to see the hanging)
At a loss whether it will be better for
me to have him die
Badge of slavery upon the whole people
(taxes)
Baker's house in Pudding Lane, where
the late great fire begun
Baseness and looseness of the Court
Bath at the top of his house
Beare-garden
Because I would not be over sure of any
thing
Before I sent my boy out with them, I
beat him for a lie
Begun to smell, and so I caused it to
be set forth (corpse)
Being there, and seeming to do
something, while we do not
Being cleansed of lice this day by my
wife
Being very poor and mean as to the
bearing with trouble
Being taken with a Psalmbook or
Testament
Below what people think these great
people say and do
Best fence against the Parliament's
present fury is delay
Better now than never
Bewailing the vanity and disorders of
the age
Bite at the stone, and not at the hand
that flings it
Bleeding behind by leeches will cure
him
Bold to deliver what he thinks on every
occasion
Book itself, and both it and them not
worth a turd
Bookseller's, and there looked for
Montaigne's Essays
Bottle of strong water; whereof now and
then a sip did me good
Bought for the love of the binding
three books
Bought Montaigne's Ess
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