London, Tuesday December 17, 1816.

My dear Charles--You may now look at Minerva's Aegis with impunity, seeing that my awful Visage 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--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.