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.

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.

Strange To See How A Good Dinner And Feasting Reconciles Everybody.

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.

However, Music And Women I Cannot But Give Way To, Whatever My Business Is.