But It Is Pretty To See What

I Know Not How To Abstain From Reading.

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

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.

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.

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.