Glutton for punishment

(Midsummer-day). We kept this a holiday, and so went not to the office at all. All the morning at home. At noon my father came to see my house now it is done, which is now very neat. He and I and Dr. Williams (who is come to see my wife, whose soare belly is now grown dangerous as she thinks) to the ordinary over against the Exchange, where we dined and had great wrangling with the master of the house when the reckoning was brought to us, he setting down exceeding high every thing. I home again and to Sir W. Batten’s, and there sat a good while. So home.

This ice I eat
will see my belly grow
dangerous as
a great master,
exceeding every me.


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 24 June 1661.

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