I drank wine upon necessity, being ill for want of it. I fear that by my too sudden leaving off wine, I do contract many evils upon myself.
I to angry words with my wife about neglecting the keeping of the house clean, I calling her beggar, and she me pricklouse, which vexed me.
We saw “Midsummer’s Night’s Dream,” which I had never seen before, nor shall ever again. The most insipid ridiculous play that ever I saw.
Good God! what an age is this, and what a world is this! that a man cannot live without playing the knave and dissimulation.
Having a good fire in my chamber, I begun to break six or seven small and great farts; and so to bed and lay in good ease.