pass waies of gettinge to see Her at such Houses
as She mighte be att, for Routs or Feasts, or y^e lyke.--

But though I sawe Her manie tymes, oure converse was ever of y^ts
Complex^n, & y^e accursed G.father satt downe, & rose upp with us.--Yet
colde I see by Her aspecte, y^t I had in some sorte Her favoure, & y^t
I mislyk'd Her not so gretelie as She w^d have me thinke.--So y^t one
daie, ('twas in Januarie, & verie colde,) I, beinge moste distrackt,
saide to Her, I had tho't 'twolde pleasure Her more, to be friends w. a
man, who had a knave for a G.father, y^n with One who had no G.father
att alle, lyke W^mson (y^e Puppe).--She made answer, I was exceedinge
fresshe, or some such matter. She cloath'd her thoughte in phrase more
befittinge a Gentlewoman.--Att this I colde no longer contayne myself,
but tolde Her roundlie, I lov'd Her, & 'twas my Love made me soe
unmannerlie.--And w. y^ts speache I att y^e leaste made an End of my
Uncertaintie, for She bade me speake w. Her no more.--I wolde be
determin'd, whether I was Naught to Her.--She made Answer She colde not
justlie say I was Naught, seeing y^t wh^ever She mighte bee, I was One
too manie.--I saide, 'twas some Comforte, I had even a Place in Her
thoughtes, were it onlie in Her disfavour.--She saide, my Solace was
indeede grete, if it kept pace with y^e measure of Her Disfavour, for,
in plain Terms, She hated me, & on Her intreatinge of me to goe, I
went.--Y^is happ'd att y^e house of M^rss Varicke, wh. I 1^st met Her,
who (M^rss Varicke) was for staying me, y^t I might eate some Ic'd
Cream, butt of a Truth I was chill'd to my Taste allreadie.--Albeit I
afterwards tooke to walkinge of y^e Streets till near Midnight.--'Twas
as I saide before in Januarie & exceedinge colde.

20^th Maie.

How wearie is y^is dulle procession of y^e Yeare! For it irketh my
Soule y^t eache Monthe shoude come so aptlie after y^e Month afore, &
Nature looke so Smug, as She had done some grete thinge.--Surelie if
she make no Change, she hath work'd no Miracle, for we knowe wel, what
we maye look for.--Y^e Vine under my Window hath broughte forth Purple
Blossoms, as itt hath eache Springe these xii Yeares.--I wolde have had
them Redd, or Blue, or I knowe not what Coloure, for I am sicke of
likinge of Purple a Dozen Springes in Order.--And wh. moste galls me is
y^is, I knowe howe y^is sadd Rounde will goe on, & Maie give Place to
June, & she to July, & onlie my Hearte blossom not nor my Lo