My Wife, Who, Poor Wretch, Is Troubled

And It Is A Wonder What Will Be The Fashion After The Plagueisdoneastoperiwigs, Fornobody Will Daretobuy Any Haire For Fear Of The Infectionthat It Had Been Cut Off The Heads Of People Dead Of The Plague.

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 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.

Fight The Good Fight; And Always Call To Mind That It Is Not You Who Are Mortal, But This Body Of Ours. For Your True Being Is Not Discerned By Perceiving Your Physical Appearance. But 'what A Man's Mind Is, That Is What He Is' Not That Individual Human Shape That We Identify Through Our Senses.