Called to see my brother Tom, who was not at home,
though they say he is in a deep consumption, and will not live
two months.
30th. This evening I tore some old papers; among others, a
romance which (under the title of "Love a Cheate") I begun ten
years ago at Cambridge: and reading it over to-night, I liked it
very well, and wondered a little at myself at my vein at that
time when I wrote it, doubting that I cannot do so well now if I
would try.
FEBRUARY 1, 1663-64. I hear how two men last night, justling for
the wall about the new Exchange, did kill one another, each
thrusting the other through; one of them of the King's Chapel,
one Cave, and the other a retayner of my Lord Generall
Middleton's. Thence to White Hall; where, in the Duke's chamber,
the King come and stayed an hour or two laughing at Sir W. Petty,
who was there about his boat; and at Gresham College in general:
at which poor Petty was, I perceive, at some loss; but did argue
discreetly, and bear the unreasonable follies of the King's
objections and other bystanders with great discretion; and
offered to take oddes against the King's best boates: but the
King would not lay, but cried him down with words only.
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