Burned it, that it might not be among my books to my shame
Business of abusing the Puritans begins to grow stale
But fit she should live where he hath a mind
But pretty! how I took another pretty woman for her
But she loves not that I should speak of Mrs. Pierce
But a woful rude rabble there was, and such noises
But how many years I cannot tell; but my wife says ten
But what they did, I did not enquire
But so fearful I am of discontenting my wife
But do it with mighty vanity and talking
But the wench went, and I believe had her turn served
But I think I am not bound to discover myself
But we were friends again as we are always
But this the world believes, and so let them
But if she will ruin herself, I cannot help it
But my wife vexed, which vexed me
But get no ground there yet
Buy some roll-tobacco to smell to and chaw
Buying up of goods in case there should be war
Buying his place of my Lord Barkely
By his many words and no understanding, confound himself
By chewing of tobacco is become very fat and sallow
By and by met at her chamber, and there did what I would
By her wedding-ring, I suppose he hath married her at last
Called at a little ale-house, and had an eele pye
Calling me dog and rogue, and that I had a rotten heart
Came to bed to me, but all would not make me friends
Cannot but be with the workmen to see things done to my mind
Cannot get suitably, without breach of his honour
Cannot bring myself to mind my business