Eremetic

(Lord’s day). To church, where, God forgive me! I spent most of my time in looking my new Morena at the other side of the church, an acquaintance of Pegg Pen’s. So home to dinner, and then to my chamber to read Ben Johnson’s Cataline, a very excellent piece, and so to church again, and thence we met at the office to hire ships, being in great haste and having sent for several masters of ships to come to us. Then home, and there Mr. Andrews and Hill come and we sung finely, and by and by Mr. Fuller, the Parson, and supped with me, he and a friend of his, but my musique friends would not stay supper. At and after supper Mr. Fuller and I told many storys of apparitions and delusions thereby, and I out with my storys of Tom Mallard. He gone, I a little to my office, and then to prayers and to bed.

Lord here I am
in a cell

having sung a fuller music
of delusions

I out my stories:
all gone to prayers


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 18 December 1664.

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