At home all day. Posted my day book. Mrs French here in the afternoon. Brewed and filled the old barrel, the new being filled about 12 weeks ago.
Read part of the 2nd volume of The Sports of the Muses. Memo:
Epigram by Prior:
“When Loveless married Lady Jenny
Whose beauty was — the ready penny
I chose her, says he, like old plate:
Not for the fashion, but the weight.”
An Epitaph on a Miser, by Shakespeare;
“Ten in the hundred lies here ingraved
‘Tis a hundred to ten his soul is not saved.
If any man ask who lies in this tomb
Oho! quoth the Devil, ‘tis my John a Combe.”