I have been endeavouring to discover a better Sonnet Stanza than we have. The legitimate does not suit the language over well from the pouncing rhymes--the other kind appears too elegiac--and the couplet at the end of it has seldom a pleasing effect--I do not pretend to have succeeded--it will explain itself. If by dull rhymes our English must be chained, And, like Andromeda, the sonnet sweet Fetter'd, in spite of pained Loveliness; Let us find out, if we must be constrain'd, Sandals more interwoven and complete To fit the naked foot of poesy; Let us inspect the lyre, and weigh the stress Of every chord, and see what may be gain'd By ear industrious, and attention meet; Misers of sound and syllable, no less Than Midas of his coinage, let us be Jealous of dead leaves in the bay wreath crown, So, if we may not let the muse be free, She will be bound with Garlands of her own. [May 3.] This is the third of May, and everything is in delightful forwardness; the violets are not withered before the peeping of the first rose. You must let me know everything--how parcels go and come, what papers you have, and what newspapers you want, and other things. God bless you, my dear brother and sister. Your ever affectionate Brother JOHN KEATS. XCIII.--TO FANNY KEATS. Wentworth Place. Saturday Morn. [_Postmark_, February 27, 1819.] My dear Fanny--I intended to have not failed to do as you requested, and write you as you say once a fortnight. On looking to your letter I find there is no date; and not knowing how long it is since I received it I do not precisely know how great a sinner I am. I am getting quite well, and Mrs. Dilke is getting on pretty well. You must pay no attention to Mrs. Abbey's unfeeling and ignorant gabble. You can't stop an old woman's crying more than you can a Child's. The old woman is the greatest nuisance because she is too old for the rod. Many people live opposite a Blacksmith's till they cannot hear the hammer. I have been in Town for two or three days and came back last night. I have been a little concerned at not hearing from George--I continue in daily expectation. Keep on reading and play as much on the music and the grassplot as you can. I should like to take possession of those Grassplots for a Month or so; and send Mrs. A. to Town to count coffee berries instead of currant Bunches, for I want you to teach me a few common dancing steps--and I would buy a Watch box to practise them in by myself. I think I had better always pay the postage of these Letters. I shall send you another book the first time I am in Town early enough to book it with one of the morning Walthamstow Coaches. You did not say a word about your Chillblains. Write me directly and let me know about them--Your Letter shall be answered like an echo. Your affectionate Brother JOHN ----. XCIV.--TO FANNY KEATS. Wentworth Place, March 13 [1819].