John Keats,
The Complete Poetical Works and Letters of John Keats…
(1899)
“ Sent in a letter to Reynolds, dated January 31, 1818. 'I cannot write in prose,' says Keats; 'it is a sunshiny day and I cannot, so here goes.' Hence Burgundy, Claret, and Port, Away with old Hock and Madeira, Too earthly ye are for my sport ”
