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

Did Satisfy Myself Mighty Fair In The Truth Of The Saying That The World Do Not Grow Old At All, But Is In As Good Condition In All Respects As Ever It Was.

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.

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

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.