I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.


Life, Letters, and Literary Remains, of John Keats (ed. 1848)


I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.

I equally dislike the favor of the public with the love of a woman - they are both a cloying treacle to the wings of independence.