Winter prayer

(Lord’s day). Took physique all day, and, God forgive me, did spend it in reading of some little French romances. At night my wife and I did please ourselves talking of our going into France, which I hope to effect this summer. At noon one came to ask for Mrs. Hunt that was here yesterday, and it seems is not come home yet, which makes us afraid of her. At night to bed.

Lord, give a little.
My wife and I lease ourselves to hope:
summer was here yesterday
and is not come home.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 10 February 1660/61.

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