At the office all the morning; dined at home, and after dinner Sir W. Pen and my wife and I to the Theatre (she first going into Covent Garden to speak a word with a woman to enquire of her mother, and I in the meantime with Sir W. Pen’s coach staying at W. Joyce’s), where the King came to-day, and there was “The Traytor” most admirably acted; and a most excellent play it is. So home, and intended to be merry, it being my sixth wedding night; but by a late bruise in one of my testicles, I am in so much pain that I eat my supper and in pain to bed, yet my wife and I pretty merry.
word mother
staying the night
in one of my testicles
so much papa
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 10 October 1661.