A Pepys' 'Diary'

To One who asked why he wrote it. You ask me what was his intent? In truth, I'm not a German; 'Tis plain though that he neither meant A Lecture nor a Sermon. But there it is,--the thing's a Fact. I find no other reason But that some scribbling itch attacked Him in and out of season, To write what no one else should read, With this for second meaning, To 'cleanse his bosom' (and indeed It sometimes wanted cleaning); To speak, as 'twere, his private mind, Unhindered by repression, To make his motley life a kind, Of Midas' ears confession; And thus outgrew this work _per se_,-- This queer, kaleidoscopic, Delightful, blabbing, vivid, free Hotch-pot of daily topic. So artless in its vanity, So fleeting, so eternal, So packed with 'poor Humanity'-- We know as Pepys' his journal.