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Diary of Samuel Pepys — Volume 49: January 1666-67

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A day-by-day personal journal from January 1666–67 that combines official business with intimate domestic detail: daily office work and naval administration, encounters at court and Parliament, anxieties about foreign threats and seamen, outings to the theater, dinners and company, weather and city conditions including visits near the recent great fire site, and notes on health, vows, and household life. Entries record appointments, conversations, and transactions alongside candid impressions of colleagues, friends, and family, producing a vivid, episodic account of public duties and private affairs in contemporary London.

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     Baker's house in Pudding Lane, where the late great fire begun
     Bill against importing Cattle from Ireland
     But my wife vexed, which vexed me
     Clap of the pox which he got about twelve years ago
     Come to us out of bed in his furred mittens and furred cap
     Court full of great apprehensions of the French
     Declared he will never have another public mistress again
     Desk fastened to one of the armes of his chayre
     Do outdo the Lords infinitely (debates in the Commons)
     Enough existed to build a ship (Pieces of the true Cross)
     Enviously, said, I could not come honestly by them
     Erasmus "de scribendis epistolis"
     For I will be hanged before I seek to him, unless I see I need
     Gold holds up its price still
     Have not any awe over them from the King's displeasure (Commons)
     He will do no good, he being a man of an unsettled head
     I did get her hand to me under my cloak
     I perceive no passion in a woman can be lasting long
     Mazer or drinking-bowl turned out of some kind of wood
     Mirrors which makes the room seem both bigger and lighter
     Outdo for neatness and plenty anything done by any of them
     Poll Bill
     Saying, that for money he might be got to our side
     Sermon without affectation or study
     Some ends of my own in what advice I do give her
     The pleasure of my not committing these things to my memory
     Very great tax; but yet I do think it is so perplexed
     Where a piece of the Cross is
     Whip this child till the blood come, if it were my child!
     Whom, in mirth to us, he calls Antichrist
     Wonders that she cannot be as good within as she is fair without
     Yet let him remember the days of darkness