Venus to-night and pray, pray, pray to your star like a He〈a〉then.
Your's ever, fair Star, John Keats
My seal is mark'd like a family table cloth with my Mother's initial F for Fanny: put between my Father's initials. You will soon hear from me again. My respectful Compts to your Mother. Tell Margaret1 I'll send her a reef of best rocks and tell Sam1 I will give him my light bay hunter if he will tie the Bishop hand and foot and pack him in a hamper and send him down for me to bathe him for his health with a Necklace of good snubby stones about his Neck.2
Address: C. W. Dilke Esqre ∣ Navy Pay Office ∣ Somerset House ∣ London--
Postmarks: NEWPORT and 2 AU 1819
Shanklin Saturday Eveng
My dear Dilke,
I will not make my diligence an excuse for not writing to you sooner--because I consider idleness a much better plea. A Man in the hurry of business of any sort is expected and ought to be expected to look to every thing--his mind is in a whirl, and what matters it--what whirl? But to require a Letter of a Man lost in idleness is the utmost cruelty, you cut the thread of his existence, you beat, you pummel him, you sell his goods and chattels, you put him in prison; you impale him; you crucify him. If I had not put pen to paper since I saw you this would be to me a vi et armis taking up before the Judge--but having got over my darling lounging habits a little, it is with scarcely any pain I come to this dating from Shankling and Dr Dilke, The Isle of Wight is but so so &c. Rice and I passed rather a dull time of it.3 I hope he will not repent coming____________________