My Wife, Who, Poor Wretch, Is Troubled

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

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.

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

But Lord! To See The Absurd Nature Of Englishmen That Cannot Forbear Laughing And Jeering At Everything That Looks Strange.

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.