My Wife, Who, Poor Wretch, Is Troubled

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.

Find Myself £43 Worse Than I Was The Last Month ... Chiefly Arisen From My Layings-out In Clothes For Myself And Wife; Viz., For Her, About £12, And For Myself, £55 Or Thereabouts.

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.

I Went Home And Took My Wife And Went To My Cosen Tho. Pepys's And Found Them Just Sat Down To Dinner, Which Was Very Good; Only The Venison Pasty Was Palpable Beef, Which Was Not Handsome.

Thanks Be To God, Since My Leaving Drinking Of Wine, I Do Find Myself Much Better, And Do Mind My Business Better, And Do Spend Less Money, And Less Time Lost In Idle Company.