THE TAVERNS ARE FULL OF GADABOUTS MAKING MERRY THIS EVE.
AND THOUGH I MAY PRESS MY FACE AGAINST THE WINDOW LIKE AN URCHIN AT A CONFECTIONER'S,
I AM TEMPTED NOT BY THE SWEETMEATS WITHIN. A DRAM IN EXCHANGE FOR THE POX IS AN ILL BARGAIN INDEED. ~DIARY S. PEPYS, GREAT PLAGUE OF 1665
