Up, and in my yesterday’s new suit to the Duke of Albemarle, and after a turne in White Hall, and then in Westminster Hall, returned, and with my taylor bought some gold lace for my sleeve hands in Pater Noster Row. So home to dinner, and then to the office, and down the River to Deptford, and then back again and to my Lord Treasurer’s, and up and down to look after my Tangier business, and so home to my office, then to supper and to bed.
The Duke of Yorke is sent for last night and expected to be here to-morrow.
in my new suit
turn and return
with my old lace hands
to the river sure as night
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 12 June 1665.
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