Up betimes, and down with Mr. Castle to Redriffe, and there walked to Deptford to view a parcel of brave knees of his, which indeed are very good, and so back again home, I seeming very friendly to him, though I know him to be a rogue, and one that hates me with his heart. Home and to dinner, and so to my office all the afternoon, where in some pain in my backe, which troubled me, but I think it comes only with stooping, and from no other matter.
At night to Nellson’s, and up and down about business, and so home to my office, then home to supper and to bed.
a red rave is good
seeming to be an art
to ice all pain
but ink comes only
from the night
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Wednesday 2 November 1664.