This morning I got my seat set up on the leads, which pleases me well. So to the office, and thence to the Change, but could not meet with my uncle Wight. So home to dinner and then out again to several places to pay money and to understand my debts, and so home and walked with my wife on the leads, and so to supper and to bed.
I find it a hard matter to settle to business after so much leisure and pleasure.

My seat
pleases me, but not
to stand and walk.
A hard matter
is pleasure.

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 6 May 1662.

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