Chapter 7

About my new closet, for my mind is full of nothing but that About the nature of sounds All the innocent pleasure in the world Angry, and so continued till bed, and did not sleep friends Beare-garden Being examined at Allgate, whether we were husbands and wives Did dig another, and put our wine in it; and I my Parmazan cheese Do bury still of the plague seven or eight in a day Durst not ask any body how it was with us Evelyn, who cries out against it, and calls it bitchering Fire grow; and, as it grew darker, appeared more and more Good sport of the bull's tossing of the dogs Great fire they saw in the City Horrid malicious bloody flame I never did observe so much of myself in my life No manner of means used to quench the fire Not permit her begin to do so, lest worse should follow Offered to stop the fire near his house for such a reward Pain to ride in a coach with them, for fear of being seen Plot in it, and that the French had done it Put up with too much care, that I have forgot where they are Removing goods from one burned house to another Sad sight it was: the whole City almost on fire Staying out late, and painting in the absence of her husband There did 'tout ce que je voudrais avec' her This unhappinesse of ours do give them heart Ye pulling down of houses, in ye way of ye fire