This morning, till four in the afternoon, I spent abroad, doing of many and considerable businesses at Mr. Phillips the lawyer, with Prior, Westminster, my Lord Crew’s, Wardrobe, &c., and so home about the time of day to dinner with my mind very highly contented with my day’s work, wishing I could do so every day. Then to my chamber drawing up writings, in expectation of my uncle Thomas coming. So to my musique and then to bed.
This night I had half a 100 poor Jack sent me by Mr. Adis.
On a road
of many lips,
the war
is every raw
expectation of
a poor Jack.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 12 February 1661/62.