Up, and at the office all the morning, where I could speak but a little. At noon home to dinner, and all the afternoon till night busy at the office again, where forced to speak low and dictate. But that that troubles me most is my eyes, which are still mighty bad night and day, and so home at night to talk and sup with my cozens, and so all of us in mighty good humour to bed.
night at the office
I speak low and dictate
but my eyes are still
and might go to bed
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 27 February 1669.