We had some Years ago in this Town a Set of People who met and dressed like Lovers, and were distinguished by the Name of the
Fringe-Glove Club
; but they were Persons of such moderate Intellects even before they were impaired by their Passion, that their Irregularities could not furnish sufficient Variety of Folly to afford daily new Impertinencies; by which Means that Institution dropp'd. These Fellows could express their Passion in nothing but their Dress; but the
Oxonians
are Fantastical now they are Lovers, in proportion to their Learning and Understanding before they became such. The Thoughts of the ancient Poets on this agreeable Phrenzy, are translated in honour of some modern Beauty; and
Chloris
is won to Day, by the same Compliment that was made to
Lesbia
a thousand Years ago. But as far as I can learn, the Patron of the Club is the renowned Don
Quixote