Hewer, my guard, to White Hall
Weeping to myself for grief, which she discerning, come to bed
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, FEB/MAR 1668/69 [sp82g10.txt]
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
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, APR/MAY 1668 [sp83g10.txt]
Drawing up a foul draught of my petition to the Duke of York
Last day of their doubtfulness touching her being with child
Quite according to the fashion--nothing to drink or eat
DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS, 1669 N.S. COMPLETE [sp84g10.txt]
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
Dine with them, at my cozen Roger's mistress's
Drawing up a foul draught of my petition to the Duke of York
Dutchmen come out of the mouth and tail of a Hamburgh sow
Fain to keep a woman on purpose at 20s.
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