At the Royall Oake Taverne, I drank a sort of French wine called Ho Bryan, that hath a good and most particular taste that I never met with.

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.

But me thought it lessened my esteem of a king, that he should not be able to command the rain.

I know not how to abstain from reading.

I did this night promise my wife never to go to bed without calling upon God, upon my knees, in prayer.

It having been a very cold night last night I had got some cold, and so in pain by wind, and a sure precursor of pain is sudden letting off farts, and when that stops, then my passages stop and my pain begins

The best of a bad bargain.