The Best Of A Bad

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.

I Find My Wife Hath Something In Her Gizzard, That Only Waits An Opportunity Of Being Provoked To Bring Up; But I Will Not, For My Content-sake, Give It.

And It Is A Wonder What Will Be The Fashion After The Plagueisdoneastoperiwigs, Fornobody Will Daretobuy Any Haire For Fear Of The Infectionthat It Had Been Cut Off The Heads Of People Dead Of The Plague.

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.

I Did This Night Promise My Wife Never To Go To Bed Without Calling Upon God, Upon My Knees, In Prayer.