ir W. Pen,
walking in the dark in the garden some turns, he telling me of the ill
management of our office, and how Wood the timber merchant and others
were very knaves, which I am apt to believe. Home and wrote letters to
my father and my brother John, and so to bed. Being a little chillish,
intending to take physique to-morrow morning.

9th (Lord's day). I took physique this day, and was all day in my
chamber, talking with my wife about her laying out of L20, which I
had long since promised her to lay out in clothes against Easter for
herself, and composing some ayres, God forgive me! At night to prayers
and to bed.

10th. Musique practice a good while, then to Paul's Churchyard, and
there I met with Dr. Fuller's "England's Worthys," the first time that
I ever saw it; and so I sat down reading in it, till it was two o'clock
before I, thought of the time going, and so I rose and went home to
dinner, being much troubled that (though he had some discourse with me
about my family and arms) he says nothing at all, nor mentions us either
in Cambridgeshire or Norfolk. But I believe, indeed, our family were
never considerable. At home all the afternoon, and at night to bed.

11th. Musique, then my brother Tom came, and spoke to him about selling
of Sturtlow, he consents to, and I think will be the best for him,
considering that he needs money, and has no mind to marry. Dined at
home, and at the office in the afternoon. So home to musique, my mind
being full of our alteracons in the garden, and my getting of things
in the office settled to the advantage of my clerks, which I found Mr.
Turner much troubled at, and myself am not quiet in mind. But I hope by
degrees to bring it to it. At night begun to compose songs, and begin
with "Gaze not on Swans." So to bed.

12th. This morning, till four in the afternoon, I spent abroad, doing of
many and considerable businesses at Mr. Phillips the lawyer, with Prior,
Westminster, my Lord Crew's, Wardrobe, &c., and so home about the time
of day to dinner with my mind very highly contented with my day's work,
wishing I could do so every day. Then to my chamber drawing up writings,
in expectation of my uncle Thomas corning. So to my musique and then to
bed. This night I had half a 100 poor Jack--[The "poor john" is a hake
salted and dried. It is frequently referred to in old authors as poor
fare.]--sent me by Mr. Adis.

13th. After musique comes my cozen Tom Pepys the executor, and he di