To my joy, I met not with any that have sped better than myself To my Lord Sandwich, thinking to have dined there To be enjoyed while we are young and capable of these joys To be so much in love of plays
To see Major-general Harrison hanged, drawn; and quartered To the Swan and drank our morning draft
To see the bride put to bed
Told us he had not been in a bed in the whole seven years Too late for them to enjoy it with any pleasure Too much ill newes true, to afflict ourselves with uncertain Too much of it will make her know her force too much Took him home the money, and, though much to my grief Took occasion to fall out with my wife very highly Took physique, and it did work very well Tooke my wife well dressed into the Hall to see and be seen Tooth-ake made him no company, and spoilt ours Tory–The term was not used politically until about 1679 Towzing her and doing what I would, but the last thing of all. . . . Travels over the high hills in Asia above the clouds Tried the effect of my silence and not provoking her Trouble, and more money, to every Watch, to them to drink Troubled to see my father so much decay of a suddain Troubled to think what trouble a rogue may without cause give Troubled me, to see the confidence of the vice of the age Trumpets were brought under the scaffold that he not be heard Turn out every man that will be drunk, they must turn out all Two shops in three, if not more, generally shut up Uncertainty of all history
Uncertainty of beauty
Unless my too-much addiction to pleasure undo me Unquiet which her ripping up of old faults will give me Up, leaving my wife in bed, being sick of her months Up, and with W. Hewer, my guard, to White Hall Up, my mind very light from my last night’s accounts Up early and took my physique; it wrought all the morning well Up, finding our beds good, but lousy; which made us merry Up and took physique, but such as to go abroad with Upon a very small occasion had a difference again broke out Upon the leads gazing upon Diana
Upon a small temptation I could be false to her Used to make coal fires, and wash my foul clothes Venison-pasty that we have for supper to-night to the cook’s Very high and very foule words from her to me Very angry we were, but quickly friends again Very great tax; but yet I do think it is so perplexed Vexed at my wife’s neglect in leaving of her scarf Vexed me, but I made no matter of it, but vexed to myself Vices of the Court, and how the pox is so common there Voyage to Newcastle for coles
Waked this morning between four and five by my blackbird Wanton as ever she was, with much I made myself merry and away Was kissing my wife, which I did not like We having no luck in maids now-a-days
We cannot tell what to do for want of her (the maid) We find the two young ladies come home, and their patches off We do nothing in this office like people able to carry on a warr We do naturally all love the Spanish, and hate the French We are to go to law never to revenge, but only to repayre We had a good surloyne of rost beefe
Weary of it; but it will please the citizens Weary of the following of my pleasure
Weather being very wet and hot to keep meat in. Wedding for which the posy ring was required Weeping to myself for grief, which she discerning, come to bed Weigh him after he had done playing
Well enough pleased this morning with their night’s lodging Went against me to have my wife and servants look upon them Went to bed with my head not well by my too much drinking to-day What way a man could devise to lose so much in so little time What I said would not hold water
What I had writ foule in short hand What itching desire I did endeavour to see Bagwell’s wife What wine you drinke, lett it bee at meales What people will do tomorrow
What they all, through profit or fear, did promise What silly discourse we had by the way as to love-matters What a sorry dispatch these great persons give to business What is there more to be had of a woman than the possessing her Whatever I do give to anybody else, I shall give her When she least shews it hath her wit at work When he was seriously ill he declared himself a Roman Catholic When the candle is going out, how they bawl and dispute Where money is free, there is great plenty Where a pedlar was in bed, and made him rise Where I find the worst very good
Where a piece of the Cross is
Where a trade hath once been and do decay, it never recovers Where I expect most I find least satisfaction Wherein every party has laboured to cheat another Wherewith to give every body something for their pains Whether she suspected anything or no I know not Whether he would have me go to law or arbitracon with him Which may teach me how I make others wait Which he left him in the lurch
Which I did give him some hope of, though I never intend it Whip this child till the blood come, if it were my child! Whip a boy at each place they stop at in their procession Who continues so ill as not to be troubled with business Who is the most, and promises the least, of any man Who we found ill still, but he do make very much of it Who must except against every thing and remedy nothing Who seems so inquisitive when my, house will be made an end of Who is over head and eares in getting her house up Whom, in mirth to us, he calls Antichrist Whom I find in bed, and pretended a little not well Whose red nose makes me ashamed to be seen with him Whose voice I am not to be reconciled
Wife that brings me nothing almost (besides a comely person) Wife and the dancing-master alone above, not dancing but talking Will upon occasion serve for a fine withdrawing room Will put Madam Castlemaine’s nose out of joynt Willing to receive a bribe if it were offered me Wine, new and old, with labells pasted upon each bottle Wise man’s not being wise at all times
Wise men do prepare to remove abroad what they have With much ado in an hour getting a coach home With hangings not fit to be seen with mine With egg to keep off the glaring of the light With my whip did whip him till I was not able to stir With a shower of hail as big as walnuts
Without importunity or the contrary Woman that they have a fancy to, to make her husband a cuckold Woman with a rod in her hand keeping time to the musique Wonders that she cannot be as good within as she is fair without Work that is not made the work of any one man World sees now the use of them for shelter of men (fore-castles) Would make a dogg laugh
Would either conform, or be more wise, and not be catched! Would not make my coming troublesome to any Wretch, n., often used as an expression of endearment Wronged by my over great expectations
Ye pulling down of houses, in ye way of ye fire Yet let him remember the days of darkness Yet it was her fault not to see that I did take them Young man play the foole upon the doctrine of purgatory Young fellow, with his hat cocked like a fool behind
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