31st. Up, and by water to Sir W. Coventry's, there to talk with him about

business of the Navy, and received from him direction what to advise the

Duke of York at this time, which was, to submit and give way to the King's

naming a man or two, that the people about him have a mind should be

brought into the Navy, and perhaps that may stop their fury in running

further against the whole; and this, he believes, will do it. After much

discourse with him, I walked out with him into St. James's Park, where,

being afeard to be seen with him, he having not leave yet to kiss the

King's hand, but notice taken, as I hear, of all that go to him, I did

take the pretence of my attending the Tangier Committee, to take my leave,

though to serve him I should, I think, stick at nothing. At the

Committee, this morning, my Lord Middleton declares at last his being

ready to go, as soon as ever money can be made ready to pay the garrison:

and so I have orders to get money, but how soon I know not. Thence home,

and there find Mr Sheres, for whom I find my moher of late to talk with

mighty kindness; and particularly he hath shewn himself to be a poet, and

that she do mightily value him for. He did not stay to dine with us, but

we to dinner; and then, in the afternoon, my wife being very well dressed

by her new maid, we abroad, to make a visit to Mrs. Pickering; but she

abroad again, and so we never yet saw her. Thence to Dancre's, and there,

saw our pictures which are in doing; and I did choose a view of Rome

instead of Hampton Court; and mightily pleased I shall be in them. Here

were Sir Charles Cotterell and his son bespeaking something; both

ingenious men. Thence my wife and I to the Park; and pretty store of

company; and so home with great content the month, my mind in pretty good

content for all things, but the designs on foot to bring alterations in

the Office, which troubles me.

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Broken sort of people, that have not much to lose

But so fearful I am of discontenting my wife

By her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at last

Have not much to lose, and therefore will venture all

His satisfaction is nothing worth, it being easily got

Nor was there any pretty woman that I did see, but my wife

With egg to keep off the glaring of the light

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