spent the afternoon in casting up my accounts, and do find myself to be
worth L40 and more, which I did not think, but am afraid that I have
forgot something. To my father's to supper, where I heard by my brother
Tom how W. Joyce would the other day have Mr. Pierce and his wife to the
tavern after they were gone from my house, and that he had so little
manners as to make Tom pay his share notwithstanding that he went upon his
account, and by my father I understand that my uncle Fenner and my aunt
were much pleased with our entertaining them. After supper home without
going to see Mrs. Turner.

30th. This morning, before I was up, I fell a-singing of my song, "Great,
good, and just," &c.

[This is the beginning of the Marquis of Montrose's verses on the
execution of Charles I., which Pepys had set to music:

"Great, good, and just, could I but rate
My grief and thy too rigid fate,
I'd weep the world to such a strain
That it should deluge once again.
But since thy loud-tongued blood demands supplies
More from Briareus' hands, than Argus eyes,
I'll sing thy obsequies with trumpet sounds,
And write thy epitaph with blood and wounds."]

and put myself thereby in mind that this was the fatal day, now ten years
since, his Majesty died. Scull the waterman came and brought me a note
from the Hope from Mr. Hawly with direction, about his money, he tarrying
there till his master be gone. To my office, where I received money of
the excise of Mr. Ruddyer, and after we had done went to Will's and staid