My Wife, Who, Poor Wretch, Is Troubled

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.

I Know Not How To Abstain From Reading.

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.

The Truth Is, I Do Indulge Myself A Little The More In Pleasure, Knowing That This Is The Proper Age Of My Life To Do It; And, Out Of My Observation That Most Men That Do Thrive In The World Do Forget To Take Pleasure During The Time That They Are Getting Their Estate, But Reserve That Till They Have Got One, And Then It Is Too Late For Them To Enjoy It.

But Me Thought It Lessened My Esteem Of A King, That He Should Not Be Able To Command The Rain.