All the morning at the office. After dinner my wife, and Deb., and I, to the King’s house again, coming too late yesterday to hear the prologue, and do like the play better now than before; and, indeed, there is a great deal of true wit in it, more than in the common sort of plays, and so home to my business, and at night to bed, my eyes making me sad.
morning a too-late prologue to night
my eyes making me sad
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 1 August 1668