I went to the Theatre here the other night, which I forgot to tell George, and got insulted, which I ought to remember to forget to tell any Body; for I did not fight, and as yet have had no redress--"Lie thou there, sweetheart!"[53] I wrote to Bailey yesterday, obliged to speak in a high way, and a damme who's afraid--for I had owed him so long; however, he shall see I will be better in future. Is he in town yet? I have directed to Oxford as the better chance. I have copied my fourth Book, and shall write the Preface soon. I wish it was all done; for I want to forget it and make my mind free for something new--Atkins the Coachman, Bartlett the Surgeon, Simmons the Barber, and the Girls over at the Bonnet-shop, say we shall now have a month of seasonable weather--warm, witty, and full of invention--Write to me and tell me that you are well or thereabouts, or by the holy Beaucoeur, which I suppose is the Virgin Mary, or the repented Magdalen (beautiful name, that Magdalen), I'll take to my Wings and fly away to anywhere but old or Nova Scotia--I wish I had a little innocent bit of Metaphysic in my head, to criss-cross the letter: but you know a favourite tune is hardest to be remembered when one wants it most and you, I know, have long ere this taken it for granted that I never have any speculations without associating you in them, where they are of a pleasant nature, and you know enough of me to tell the places where I haunt most, so that if you think for five minutes after having read this, you will find it a long letter, and see written in the Air above you, Your most affectionate friend JOHN KEATS. Remember me to all. Tom's remembrances to you. XLIII.--TO BENJAMIN ROBERT HAYDON. Teignmouth, Saturday Morn [March 21, 1818]. My dear Haydon--In sooth, I hope you are not too sanguine about that seal--in sooth I hope it is not Brumidgeum--in double sooth I hope it is his--and in triple sooth I hope I shall have an impression.[54] Such a piece of intelligence came doubly welcome to me while in your own County and in your own hand--not but I have blown up the said County for its urinal qualifications--the six first days I was here it did nothing but rain; and at that time having to write to a friend I gave Devonshire a good blowing up--it has been fine for almost three days, and I was coming round a bit; but to-day it rains again--with me the County is yet upon its good behaviour. I have enjoyed the most delightful Walks these three fine days beautiful enough to make me content. Here all the summer could I stay, For there's Bishop's teign And King's teign And Coomb at the clear teign head-- Where close by the stream You may have your cream All spread upon barley bread. There's arch Brook And there's larch Brook Both turning many a mill; And cooling the drouth Of the salmon's mouth, And fattening his silver gill.