This morning all the morning at my office ordering things against my journey to-morrow. At noon to the Coffeehouse, where very good discourse.
For newes, all say De Ruyter is gone to Guinny before us. Sir J. Lawson is come to Portsmouth; and our fleete is hastening all speed: I mean this new fleete. Prince Rupert with his is got into the Downes.
At home dined with me W. Joyce and a friend of his. W. Joyce will go with me to Brampton. After dinner I out to Mr. Bridges, the linnen draper, and evened with (him) for 100 pieces of callico, and did give him 208l. 18s., which I now trust the King for, but hope both to save the King money and to get a little by it to boot.
Thence by water up and down all the timber yards to look out some Dram timber, but can find none for our turne at the price I would have; and so I home, and there at my office late doing business against my journey to clear my hands of every thing for two days.
So home and to supper and bed.
coffee is our new speed
joy in 100 pieces
but none at the price of a journey
to a thin bed
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 12 October 1664.