Embodied
Sir W. Pen is gone down to Sheernesse to-day to see things made ready against the fleete shall come in again, which makes Pett mad, and calls him dissembling knave, and that himself takes all the pains and is blamed, while he do nothing but hinder business and takes all the honour of it to himself, and tells me plainly he will fling up his commission rather than bear it.
how infinite is the body as a field for visions
they are fleet they are not to be kept not to command
at night if I go mad call me up a bear
Erasure poem derived from The Diary of Samuel Pepys, Saturday 21 July 1666.