My Wife, Who, Poor Wretch, Is Troubled

To Church In The Morning, And There Saw A Wedding In The Church, Which I Have Not Seen Many A Day; And The Young People So Merry One With Another, And Strange To See What Delight We Married People Have To See These Poor Fools Decoyed Into Our Condition, Every Man And Woman Gazing And Smiling At Them.

I Went Home And Took My Wife And Went To My Cosen Tho. Pepys's And Found Them Just Sat Down To Dinner, Which Was Very Good; Only The Venison Pasty Was Palpable Beef, Which Was Not Handsome.

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.

Poorpeoplestaying Intheir Houses Aslong Astill Thevery Fire Touched Them, And Then Running Into Boats Or Clambering From One Pair Of Stair By The Waterside To Another. And Among Other Things, The Poor Pigeons I Perceive Were Loath To Leave Their Houses, But Hovered About The Windows And Balconies Till They Were Some Of Them Burned, Their Wings, And Fell Down.

But It Is Pretty To See What Money Will Do.