Read nothing but Magazines as indeed an indisposition rendered me unfit for any Application.
Discharged my Venom to Billy Veasey, against the Multitude, Poverty, ill Government,
and ill Effects of licensed Houses, and the timorous Temper, as well as criminal Designs
of the Select Men, who grant them Approbations. Then Spent the Evening, with Zab,
at Mr. Wibirts.