Will you have the goodness to do this? Borrow a Botanical Dictionary--turn to the words Laurel and Prunus, show the explanations to your sisters and Mrs. Dilke and without more ado let them send me the Cups Basket and Books they trifled and put off and off while I was in town. Ask them what they can say for themselves--ask Mrs. Dilke wherefore she does so distress me--let me know how Jane has her health--the Weather is unfavourable for her. Tell George and Tom to write. I'll tell you what--on the 23d was Shakspeare born. Now if I should receive a letter from you and another from my Brothers on that day 'twould be a parlous good thing. Whenever you write say a word or two on some Passage in Shakspeare that may have come rather new to you, which must be continually happening, notwithstanding that we read the same Play forty times--for instance, the following from the Tempest never struck me so forcibly as at present, "Urchins _Shall, for the vast of night that they may work_, All exercise on thee--" How can I help bringing to your mind the line-- _In the dark backward and abysm of time_-- I find I cannot exist without Poetry--without eternal Poetry--half the day will not do--the whole of it--I began with a little, but habit has made me a Leviathan. I had become all in a Tremble from not having written anything of late--the Sonnet overleaf did me good. I slept the better last night for it--this Morning, however, I am nearly as bad again. Just now I opened Spenser, and the first Lines I saw were these-- "The noble heart that harbours virtuous thought, And is with child of glorious great intent, Can never rest until it forth have brought Th' eternal brood of glory excellent--" Let me know particularly about Haydon, ask him to write to me about Hunt, if it be only ten lines--I hope all is well--I shall forthwith begin my Endymion, which I hope I shall have got some way with by the time you come, when we will read our verses in a delightful place I have set my heart upon, near the Castle. Give my Love to your Sisters severally--to George and Tom. Remember me to Rice, Mr. and Mrs. Dilke and all we know. Your sincere Friend JOHN KEATS. Direct J. Keats, Mrs. Cook's, New Village, Carisbrooke. IX.--TO LEIGH HUNT. Margate, May 10, 1817.