Up, and to St. James’s, but lost labour, the Duke abroad. So home to the office, where all the morning, and so to dinner, and then all the afternoon at the office, only went to my plate-maker’s, and there spent an hour about contriving my little plates, for my books of the King’s four Yards. At night walked in the garden, and supped and to bed, my eyes bad.
a lost road where all
the afternoon went
and here in my little yard
night walked in
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 21 July 1668