I Know Not How To Abstain From

My Wife, Who, Poor Wretch, Is Troubled With Her Lonely Life.

I See It Is Impossible For The King To Have Things Done As Cheap As Other Men.

Unlike God The Artist Does Not Start With Nothing And Make Something Of It. He Starts With Himself As Nothing And Makes Something Of The Nothing With The Things At Hand.

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.

Poorpeoplestaying Intheir Houses Aslong Astill Thevery Fire Touched Them, And Then Running Into Boats Or Clambering From One Pair Of Stair By The Waterside To Another. And Among Other Things, The Poor Pigeons I Perceive Were Loath To Leave Their Houses, But Hovered About The Windows And Balconies Till They Were Some Of Them Burned, Their Wings, And Fell Down.