Who knew John Keats (1795-1821) had some heretical humor in his poems? Maybe I haven’t read enough of his poetry… This morning I opened up my grandfather’s Keats collection and found this little gem. xo, m
Give me women, wine, and snuff
Untill I cry out “hold, enough!”
You may do so sans objection
Till the day of resurrection:
For, bless my beard, they aye shall be
My beloved Trinity.