A-bed late. In the morning my Lord went on shore with the Vice- Admiral a-fishing, and at dinner returned.
In the afternoon I played at ninepins with my Lord, and when he went in again I got him to sign my accounts for 115l., and so upon my private balance I find myself confirmed in my estimation that I am worth 100l..
In the evening in my cabin a great while getting the song without book, “Help, help Divinity, &c.”
After supper my Lord called for the lieutenant’s cittern, and with two candlesticks with money in them for symballs, we made barber’s music, with which my Lord was well pleased.
So to bed.
A-bed late a-fishing,
I play with my accounts,
my private lance,
find myself firm
with money for balls.
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Tuesday 5 June 1660.
Heh. Nice work.
Thanks! I was worried it might seem a little too juvenile, but thought the play on “firm” might just save it from that.