their occupations, and keep them trembling for the crash of thunder that will follow--
God bless you let our hearts be buried in each other
B R Haydon1
I'll be at Reynolds to night but latish
Address: 19 Lamb's Conduit Street.
Postmark: 17 MR 1817.
My dear Reynolds,
My Brothers are anxious that I should go by myself into the country--they have always been extremely fond of me, and now that Haydon has pointed out how necessary it is that I should be alone to improve myself, they give up the temporary pleasure of living with me continually for a great good which I hope will follow. So I shall soon be out of Town. You must soon bring all your present troubles to a close, and so must I, but we must, like the Fox, prepare for a fresh swarm of flies. Banish money--Banish sofas-- Banish Wine--Banish Music; but right Jack Health, honest Jack Health, true Jack Health--Banish Health and banish all the world.2 I must . . . myself . . .3 if I come this evening, I shall horribly commit myself elsewhere. So I will send my excuses to them and Mrs. Dilk〈e〉 by my brothers.
Your sincere friend
Lord Houghton says Keats'found himself on his first entrance into manhood . . . with many friends interested in his fortunes, and with the faith in the future which generally accompanies the highest genius. Mr. Haydon seems to have been to him a wise and prudent counsellor, and to have encouraged him to brace his powers by undistracted study, while he advised him to leave London for a while, and take more care of his health. The following note, written in March, shows that Keats did as he was recommended.'