Dictatorial

Fast-day for the murthering of the late King. I went to church, and Mr. Mills made a good sermon upon David’s words, “Who can lay his hands upon the Lords Anoynted and be guiltless?” So home and to dinner, and employed all the afternoon in my chamber, setting things and papers to rights, which pleased me very well, and I think I shall begin to take pleasure in being at home and minding my business. I pray God I may, for I find a great need thereof. At night to supper and to bed.

a day for the murdering
of words and lords

and all the things I think
begin to pray


Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Thursday 30 January 1661/62.

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