My wife and I to church this morning, and so home to dinner to a boiled leg of mutton all alone.
To church again, where, before sermon, a long Psalm was set that lasted an hour, while the sexton gathered his year’s contribucion through the whole church.
After sermon home, and there I went to my chamber and wrote a letter to send to Mr. Coventry, with a piece of plate along with it, which I do preserve among my other letters.
So to supper, and thence after prayers to bed.
My wife is an oiled leg of church,
a long psalm,
sex the red letter I preserve
among my other prayers.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 6 January 1660/61.