Warhorse

At the office all the morning. At noon Dr. Thos. Pepys dined with me, and after dinner my brother Tom came to me and then I made myself ready to get ahorseback for Cambridge. So I set out and rode to Ware, this night, in the way having much discourse with a fellmonger, a Quaker, who told me what a wicked man he had been all his life-time till within this two years. Here I lay, and…

I made myself a horse
and rode to war

in the discourse
wicked within two ears


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Friday 2 August 1661.

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