This morning (after my musique practice with Mr. Berkenshaw) with my wife to the Paynter’s, where we staid very late to have her picture mended, which at last is come to be very like her, and I think well done; but the Paynter, though a very honest man, I found to be very silly as to matter of skill in shadows, for we were long in discourse, till I was almost angry to hear him talk so simply. So home to dinner and then to the office, and so home for all night.
After music,
the painter at last
is like an honest shadow
angry to hear of night.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 28 January 1661/62.