Hourglass

Up early this morning sending the things to the carrier’s, and my boy, who goes to-day, though his mistress do not till next Monday.
All the morning at the office, Sir W. Batten being come to town last night. I hear, to my great content, that my Lord Sandwich is safe landed in France. Dined at our chamber, where W. Bowyer with us, and after much simple talk with him, I left him, and to my office, where all the afternoon busy till 9 at night, among other things improving my late experiment at Woolwich about hemp. So home and to bed.

mistress of sand—
safe and simple talk
left no me


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 24 July 1662.

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