My dear Sir--Your letter has filled me with a proud pleasure, and shall be kept by me as a stimulus to exertion--I begin to fix my eye upon one horizon. My feelings entirely fall in with yours in regard to the Ellipsis, and I glory in it. The Idea of your sending it to Wordsworth put me out of breath--you know with what Reverence I would send my Well-wishes to him. Yours sincerely JOHN KEATS. IV.--TO CHARLES COWDEN CLARKE. [London,] Tuesday [December 17, 1816]. My dear Charles--You may now look at Minerva's Aegis with impunity, seeing that my awful Visage[8] did not turn you into a John Doree. You have accordingly a legitimate title to a Copy--I will use my interest to procure it for you. I'll tell you what--I met Reynolds at Haydon's a few mornings since--he promised to be with me this Evening and Yesterday I had the same promise from Severn and I must put you in mind that on last All hallowmas' day you gave me your word that you would spend this Evening with me--so no putting off. I have done little to Endymion lately[9]--I hope to finish it in one more attack. I believe you I went to Richards's--it was so whoreson a Night that I stopped there all the next day. His Remembrances to you. (Ext. from the common place Book of my Mind--Mem.--Wednesday--Hampstead--call in Warner Street--a sketch of Mr. Hunt.)--I will ever consider you my sincere and affectionate friend--you will not doubt that I am yours. God bless you-- JOHN KEATS. V.--TO JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS. [London,] Sunday Evening [March 2, 1817?].[10] My dear Reynolds--Your kindness affects me so sensibly that I can merely put down a few mono-sentences. Your Criticism only makes me extremely anxious that I should not deceive you. It's the finest thing by God as Hazlitt would say. However I hope I may not deceive you. There are some acquaintances of mine who will scratch their Beards and although I have, I hope, some Charity, I wish their Nails may be long. I will be ready at the time you mention in all Happiness. There is a report that a young Lady of 16 has written the new Tragedy, God bless her--I will know her by Hook or by Crook in less than a week. My Brothers' and my Remembrances to your kind Sisters. Yours most sincerely JOHN KEATS. VI.--TO JOHN HAMILTON REYNOLDS. [London, March 17, 1817.]