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Mynors Bright translation
Angling with a minikin, a gut-string varnished over Better now than never Bring me a periwig, but it was full of nits Buying up of goods in case there should be war For I will not be inward with him that is open to another He is a man of no worth in the world but compliment History of this day's growth, we cannot tell the truth I love the treason I hate the traitor King of France did think other princes fit for nothing My wife will keep to one another and let the world go hang No man knowing what to do, whether to sell or buy Not more than I expected, nor so much by a great deal as I ought Now above six months since (smoke from the cellars) Reparation for what we had embezzled Uncertainty of all history Whatever I do give to anybody else, I shall give her