With my whip (21.6.1662)

I having from my wife and the maids complaints made of the boy, I

called him up and with my whip did whip him till I was not able to

stir, and yet I could not make him confess any of the lies that they

tax him with. At last, not willing to let him go away a conqueror, I

took him in task again and pulled off his frock to his shirt, and

whipped him till he did confess that he did drink the whay, which he

hath denied. And pulled a pinke, and above all, did lay the

candlesticke upon the ground in his chamber, which he hath denied this

quarter of this year. I confess it is one of the greatest wonders that

I ever met with, that such a little boy as he could be able to suffer

half so much as he did to maintain a lie. But I think I must be forced

to put him away. So to bed, with my arme very weary.