Yeah, when I visited the Keats-Shelley Memorial House in Rome I bought a tee shirt imprinted with this quote from “Ode to a Nightingale” by John Keats. What would he think, I wonder, of us traipsing around in our underwear?
Big John Keats fan as a teen. I transcribed the opening lines of one of his poems onto butcher paper and hung them on my bedroom wall.
“… I have fears that I may cease to be, Before my pen has gleaned my teeming brain, Before high-piled books in charact’ry, Hold like rich garners the full ripened grain…”
Ah tragic youth! There was also a quote from a play about Joan of Arc. Ego much?