(Lord’s day). Up, and to church, and home and dined with my wife and Deb. alone, but merry and in good humour, which is, when all is done, the greatest felicity of all, and after dinner she to read in the “Illustre Bassa” the plot of yesterday’s play, which is most exactly the same, and so to church I alone, and thence to see Sir W. Pen, who is ill again, and then home, and there get my wife to read to me till supper, and then to bed.
church when all is one:
a city of lust
the plot of yesterday’s play
is exactly the same
to pen then to read
and then to bed
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Sunday 21 June 1668