In the morning to my Lord’s, where I met with Mr. Creed, and with him and Mr. Blackburne to the Rhenish wine house, where we sat drinking of healths a great while, a thing which Mr. Blackburne formerly would not upon any terms have done. After we had done there Mr. Creed and I to the Leg in King Street, to dinner, where he and I and my Will had a good udder to dinner, and from thence to walk in St. James’s Park, where we observed the several engines at work to draw up water, with which sight I was very much pleased.
Above all the rest, I liked best that which Mr. Greatorex brought, which is one round thing going within all with a pair of stairs round; round which being laid at an angle of 45 deg., do carry up the water with a great deal of ease. Here, in the Park, we met with Mr. Salisbury, who took Mr. Creed and me to the Cockpitt to see “The Moore of Venice,” which was well done. Burt acted the Moore; ‘by the same token, a very pretty lady that sot by me, cried to see Desdemona smothered.
From thence with Mr. Creed to Hercules Pillars, where we drank and so parted, and I went home.
We sat drinking
of a great udder,
where we observed
engines at work:
one round thing
going with a pair
of stairs round,
round as a reed
that cried to see
a mother where
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 11 October 1660.
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