f y^e Tymes.--I
doubte it was scurvie of me, but it did me muche goode.

7^th Aprile.

Y^e manner of my meetinge with Her and fallinge in Love with Her (for
y^e two were of one date) is thus--I was made acquainte withe Her on a
Wednesdaie, at y^e House of Mistresse Varick, ('twas a Reception,) but
did not hear Her Name, nor She myne, by reason of y^e noise, and of
M^rsse Varick having but lately a newe sett of Teethe, of wh. she had
not yet gott, as it were, y^e just Pitche and accordance.--I sayde to
Her that y^e Weather was warm for that season of y^e yeare.--She made
answer She thought I was right, for M^r Williamson had saide y^e same
thinge to Her not a minute past--I tolde Her She muste not holde it
originall or an Invention of W^mson, for ye Speache had beene manie
yeares in my Familie.--Answer was made, She wolde be muche bounden to
me if I wolde maintaine y^e Rightes of my Familie, and lett all others
from usinge of my propertie, when perceivinge Her to be of a livelie
Witt, I went about to ingage her in converse, if onlie so I mighte
looke into Her Eyes, wh. were of a coloure suche as I have never seene
before, more like to a Pansie, or some such flower, than anything else
I can compair with them.--Shortlie we grew most friendlie, so that She
did aske me if I colde keepe a Secrett.--I answering I colde, She saide
She was anhungred, having Shopp'd all y^e forenoone since
Breakfast.--She pray'd me to gett Her some Foode.--What, I ask'd.--She
answer'd merrilie, a Beafe-steake.--I tolde Her y^t that _Confection_
was not on y^e Side-Boarde; but I presentlie brought Her such as there
was, & She beinge behinde a Screane, I stoode in y^e waie, so y^t none
mighte see Her, & She did eate and drynke as followeth, to witt--

iij cupps of Bouillon (w^ch is a Tea, or Tisane, of Beafe, made verie
hott & thinne)
iv Alberte biscuit
ij eclairs
i creame-cake

together with divers small cates & comfeits wh^of I know not y^e names.

So y^t I was grievously afeard for Her Digestion, leste it be
over-tax'd. Saide this to Her, however addinge it was my Conceite, y^t
by some Processe, lyke Alchemie, wh^by y^e baser metals are transmuted
into golde, so y^e grosse mortall foode was on Her lippes chang'd to
y^e fabled Nectar & Ambrosia of y^e Gods.--She tolde me 'twas a sillie
Speache, yet seam'd not ill-pleas'd withall.--She hath a verie prettie
Fashion, or Tricke, of smilinge, when She hath made an