(Friday). A full office all this morning, and busy about answering the Commissioners of Parliament to their letter, wherein they desire to borrow two clerks of ours, which we will not grant them.
After dinner into London and bought some books, and a belt, and had my sword new furbished. To the alehouse with Mr. Brigden and W. Symons and drank together. At night home. So after a little music to bed, leaving my people up getting things ready against to-morrow’s dinner.

Ice is an answer
to desire we will
not grant. I don
new fur, den up
against tomorrow’s din.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 1 February 1660/61.

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