Closeted

(Lord’s day). Up, and my cold continuing in great extremity I could not go out to church, but sat all day (a little time at dinner excepted) in my closet at the office till night drawing up a second letter to Mr. Coventry about the measure of masts to my great satisfaction, and so in the evening home, and my uncle and aunt Wight came to us and supped with us, where pretty merry, but that my cold put me out of humour. At night with my cold, and my eye also sore still, to bed.

I could not go to church
except in my closet

wing of my evening
up with that cold cold eye


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 6 March 1663/64.

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