ETEXT EDITOR’S BOOKMARKS FOR DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1962 N.S.:

Afeard of being louzy

Afeard that my Lady Castlemaine will keep still with the King

Afraid now to bring in any accounts for journeys

After taking leave of my wife, which we could hardly do kindly

Agreed at L3 a year (she would not serve under)

All may see how slippery places all courtiers stand in

All made much worse in their report among people than they are

All the fleas came to him and not to me

Aptness I have to be troubled at any thing that crosses me

As much his friend as his interest will let him

Badge of slavery upon the whole people (taxes)

Bewailing the vanity and disorders of the age

Bowling-ally (where lords and ladies are now at bowles)

Cannot but be with the workmen to see things done to my mind

Care not for his commands, and especially on Sundays

Catched cold yesterday by putting off my stockings

Charles Barkeley’s greatness is only his being pimp to the King

Comb my head clean, which I found so foul with powdering

Command of an army is not beholden to any body to make him King

Deliver her from the hereditary curse of child-bearing

Did much insist upon the sin of adultery

Discontented at the pride and luxury of the Court

Discoursed much against a man’s lying with his wife in Lent

Enjoy some degree of pleasure now that we have health, money

Fanatiques do say that the end of the world is at hand

Fear she should prove honest and refuse and then tell my wife

Fearing that Sarah would continue ill, wife and I removed

God forgive me! what a mind I had to her

Goldsmiths in supplying the King with money at dear rates

Hard matter to settle to business after so much leisure

Hate in others, and more in myself, to be careless of keys

He made but a poor sermon, but long

Holes for me to see from my closet into the great office

Hopes to have had a bout with her before she had gone

I fear that it must be as it can, and not as I would

I know not yet what that is, and am ashamed to ask

Joyne the lion’s skin to the fox’s tail

King dined at my Lady Castlemaine’s, and supped, every day

Lady Castlemaine do speak of going to lie in at Hampton Court

Lady Castlemaine is still as great with the King

Lady Castlemaine’s interest at Court increases

Last of a great many Presbyterian ministers

Laughing and jeering at every thing that looks strange

Let me blood, about sixteen ounces, I being exceedingly full

Lord! to see the absurd nature of Englishmen

Lust and wicked lives of the nuns heretofore in England

Lying a great while talking and sporting in bed with my wife

Muske Millon

My Jane’s cutting off a carpenter’s long mustacho

My first attempt being to learn the multiplication-table

No good by taking notice of it, for the present she forbears

Only wind do now and then torment me... extremely

Parliament hath voted 2s. per annum for every chimney in England

Parson is a cunning fellow he is as any of his coat

Peruques of hair, as the fashion now is for ladies to wear

Pleasures are not sweet to me now in the very enjoying of them

Raising of our roofs higher to enlarge our houses

See her look dejectedly and slighted by people already

See a dead man lie floating upon the waters

Sermon; but, it being a Presbyterian one, it was so long

She so cruel a hypocrite that she can cry when she pleases

She also washed my feet in a bath of herbs, and so to bed

Short of what I expected, as for the most part it do fall out

Sir W. Pen did it like a base raskall, and so I shall remember

Slight answer, at which I did give him two boxes on the ears

So good a nature that he cannot deny any thing

Sorry to hear that Sir W. Pen’s maid Betty was gone away

Strange things he has been found guilty of, not fit to name

Then to church to a tedious sermon

They were not occupiers, but occupied (women)

To Mr. Holliard’s in the morning, thinking to be let blood

Trumpets were brought under the scaffold that he not be heard

Up and took physique, but such as to go abroad with

Up early and took my physique; it wrought all the morning well

When the candle is going out, how they bawl and dispute

Whether she suspected anything or no I know not

Whether he would have me go to law or arbitracon with him

Will upon occasion serve for a fine withdrawing room

Will put Madam Castlemaine’s nose out of joynt

With my whip did whip him till I was not able to stir

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