May. 20. Mr Livermore preached. I began Mrs Spicers ale, I thought it did me go[od]. more than ordinary stools away. lord I desire to live and serve thee in my relations, and I [ ] received nothing from London last week. yet this I sent to them all. my drink works well with me, yet I am [in pain] sharp more than ordinary. god will raise me up in due time that I may praise him. yet its less than [ ]