Address: Miss Brawne.
My dearest Girl,
Indeed I will not deceive you with respect to my health. This is the fact as far as I know. I have been confined three weeks and am not yet well--this proves that there is something wrong about me which my constitution will either conquer or give way to. Let us hope for the best. Do you hear the Thrush singing over the field? I think it is a sign of mild weather--so much the better for me. Like all Sinners now I am ill I philosophize, aye out of my attachment to every thing, Trees, flowers, Thrushes, Spring, Summer, Claret, &c. &c.--aye every thing but you.--My sister would be glad of my company a little longer. That Thrush is a fine fellow. I hope he was fortunate in his choice this year. Do not send any more of my Books home. I have a great pleasure in the thought of you looking on them.
my sweet Fanny
Address: Miss Keats ∣ Rd Abbey's Esqre ∣ Walthamstow--
Postmarks: HAMPSTEAD and 25 FE 1820
Wentworth Place Thursday
My dear Fanny,
I am sorry to hear you have been so unwell: now you are better, keep so. Remember to be very careful of your cloathing--this climate requires the utmost care. There has been very little alteration in me lately. I am much the same as when I wrote last. When I am well enough to return to my old diet I shall get stronger. If my recovery should be delay'd long I will ask Mr Abbey to let you visit me--Keep up your Spirits as well as you can. You shall hear soon again from me--
Your affectionate Brother