erasure of a page from Samuel Pepys' diary

[Letters from his son, but his son did not come.
Merry was he drinking wine with the key
to her lodging and my lodgings.
What answer to give to a monk
saying be, saying be for?]

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 18 January 1659/60.

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