Address: Mr. Jos. Severn ∣ Islington Road ∣ near the Angel Inn.
Postmark: 6 JU 1818.
My dear Severn,
The Doctor says I must n't go out. I wish such a delicious fate would but &for put〉 me in cue to entertain you with a Sonnet or a Pun.
I am, yours ever John Keats
Address: Mr B-- Bailey ∣ Magdalen Hall ∣ Oxford--
Postmark: 10 JU 1818.
My dear Bailey,
I have been very much gratified and very much hurt by your Letters in the Oxford Paper:1 because independant of that unlawful and mortal feeling of pleasure at praise, there is a glory in enthusia〈s〉m; and because the world is malignant enough to chuckle at the most honorable Simplicity. Yes on my Soul my dear Bailey you are too simple for the World--and that Idea makes me sick of it--How is it that by extreme opposites we have as it were got discon〈ten〉ted nerves--you have all your Life (I think so) believed every Body--I have suspected every Body--and although you have been so deceived you make a simple appeal--the world has something else to do, and I am glad of it--were it in my choice I would reject a petrarchal coronation--on accou〈n〉t of my dying day, and because women have Cancers. I should not by rights speak in this tone to you--for it is an incendiary spirit that would do so. Yet I am not old enough or magnanimous enough to an〈n〉ihilate self--and it would perhaps be paying you an ill compliment. I was in hopes some little time back to be able to releive your dullness by my spirits--to point out things in the world worth your enjoyment--and now I am never alone without rejoicing that there is such a thing as death--without placing my ultimate in the glory of dying for a great human purpose. Perphaps if my affairs____________________