Visited this morning by my old friend Mr. Ch. Carter, who staid and went to Westminster with me, and there we parted, and I to the Wardrobe and dined with my Lady. So home to my painters, who are now about painting my stairs. So to the office, and at night we all went to Sir W. Pen’s, and there sat and drank till 11 at night, and so home and to bed.
is my art an art
to war with
a painter painting the night
all night
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Monday 17 June 1661.