The passage has caused some critics to reproach Keats as a mere mawkish amorist indifferent to the great affairs and interests of the world.

Nor is poetry extinguished because the singer deems it his vocation to utter genuine thought, and scorns the rhyming pastimes of the simple amorist.

Amorists, you know, dilettantes, non-eligibles—the bane of all good chaperones.