Samuel Taylor Coleridge — To Susan Steele

       &nbsp       &nbspMy dearest Dawtie!        &nbspThat's never naughty—        &nbspWhen the Mare was stolen, and not before,        &nbspThe wise man got a stable-door:        &nbspAnd he and I are brother Ninnies,        &nbspOne Beast he lost and I two guineas; And as sure as it's wet when it above rains, The man's brains and mine both alike had thick coverings, For if he lost one mare, poor I lost two sovereigns! A cash-pouch I have got, but no cash to put in it, Tho' there's gold in the world and Sir Walter can win it: For your sake I'll keep it for better or worse, So here is a dear loving kiss for your purse.