Samuel Pepys, Quotes and Images From The Diary of Samuel Pepys
“ Plague is much in Amsterdam, and we in fears of it here Plague, forty last night, the bell always going Play good, but spoiled with the ryme, which breaks the sense Pleases them mightily, and me not at all Poor seamen that lie starving in the streets Posies for Rings, Handkerchers and Gloves Pray God give me a heart to fear a fall, and to prepare for it! ”
