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.