Up betimes, and all day long within doors upon my accounts, publique and private, and find the ill effect of letting them go so long without evening, that no soul could have ever understood them but myself, and I with much ado. But, however, my regularity in all I did and spent do helpe me, and I hope to find them well. Late at them and to bed.

times and doors
letting them go without much ado

but how regular
I hope to find them

Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 29 December 1665.

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