May your health not suffer, dear Fanny.

We shall be in London in about a week after the 16th, for we are delayed through my not having finished my poem, which nobody will finish reading perhaps.

We go to Mr.Kenyon's house in Devonshire Place, kindly offered to us for the summer.

Shall we find you, I wonder, in London?
Yes; there are terrible costs in this world.

We get knowledge by losing what we hoped for, and liberty by losing what we loved.