But It Is Pretty To See What

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

Music [is] A Science Peculiarly Productive Of A Pleasure That No State Of Life, Publick Or Private, Secular Or Sacred; No Difference Of Age Or Season; No Temper Of Mind Or Condition Of Health Exempt From Present Anguish; Nor, Lastly, Distinction Of Quality, Renders Either Improper, Untimely, Or Unentertaining.

I Do Still See That My Nature Is Not To Be Quite Conquered, But Will Esteem Pleasure Above All Things, Though Yet In The Middle Of It, It Has Reluctances After My Business, Which Is Neglected By My Following My Pleasure. However Musique And Women I Cannot But Give Way To, Whatever My Business Is.

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.