, we fell into
discourse of many things, till it was so rough sea and the ship rolled
so much that I was not able to stand, and so he bid me go to bed.

16th. Soon as I was up I went down to be trimmed below in the great
cabin, but then come in some with visits, among the rest one from
Admiral Opdam,

[The admiral celebrated in Lord Dorset's ballad, "To all you ladies
now at land."

"Should foggy Opdam chance to know
Our sad and dismal story;
The Dutch would scorn so weak a foe,
And quit their fort at Goree
For what resistance can they find
From men who've left their hearts behind?"--B.]

who spoke Latin well, but not French nor English, to whom my Lord made
me to give his answer and to entertain; he brought my Lord a tierce of
wine and a barrel of butter, as a present from the Admiral. After that
to finish my trimming, and while I was doing of it in comes Mr. North
very sea-sick from shore, and to bed he goes. After that to dinner,
where Commissioner Pett was come to take care to get all things ready
for the King on board. My Lord in his best suit, this the first day, in
expectation to wait upon the King. But Mr. Edw. Pickering coming from
the King brought word that the King would not put my Lord to the trouble
of coming to him; but that he would come to the shore to look upon the
fleet to-day, which we expected, and had our guns ready to fire, and
our scarlet waistcloathes out and silk pendants, but he did not come. My
Lord and we at ninepins this afternoon upon the Quarterdeck, which was
very pretty sport. This evening came Mr. John Pickering on board, like
an ass, with his feathers and new suit that he had made at the Hague. My
Lord very angry for his staying on shore, bidding me a little before to
send to him, telling me that he was afraid that for his father's sake he
might have some mischief done him, unless he used the General's name. To
supper, and after supper to cards. I stood by and looked on till 11 at
night and so to bed. This afternoon Mr. Edwd. Pickering told me in what
a sad, poor condition for clothes and money the King was, and all his
attendants, when he came to him first from my Lord, their clothes not
being worth forty shillings the best of them.

[Andrew Marvell alludes to the poor condition, for clothes and
money, in which the King was at this time, in "