In the morning to the Painter’s about my little picture. Thence to Tom’s about business, and so to the pewterer’s, to buy a poore’s-box to put my forfeits in, upon breach of my late vows. So to the Wardrobe and dined, and thence home and to my office, and there sat looking over my papers of my voyage, when we fetched over the King, and tore so many of these that were worth nothing, as filled my closet as high as my knees. I staid doing this till 10 at night, and so home and to bed.
The little box of war in the office,
my paper voyage…
nothing filled my closet
as high as night.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 5 March 1661/62.