At The Royall Oake Taverne,

Music [is] A Science Peculiarly Productive Of A Pleasure That No State Of Life, Publick Or Private, Secular Or Sacred; No Difference Of Age Or Season; No Temper Of Mind Or Condition Of Health Exempt From Present Anguish; Nor, Lastly, Distinction Of Quality, Renders Either Improper, Untimely, Or Unentertaining.

To Church In The Morning, And There Saw A Wedding In The Church, Which I Have Not Seen Many A Day; And The Young People So Merry One With Another, And Strange To See What Delight We Married People Have To See These Poor Fools Decoyed Into Our Condition, Every Man And Woman Gazing And Smiling At Them.

Strange To See How A Good Dinner And Feasting Reconciles Everybody.

Find Myself £43 Worse Than I Was The Last Month ... Chiefly Arisen From My Layings-out In Clothes For Myself And Wife; Viz., For Her, About £12, And For Myself, £55 Or Thereabouts.

Thanks Be To God, Since My Leaving Drinking Of Wine, I Do Find Myself Much Better, And Do Mind My Business Better, And Do Spend Less Money, And Less Time Lost In Idle Company.