A lover’s bliss will higher move,
How dear that little hand should be
Which hides itself beneath a Glove!
But there’s another Glove, whose use
Will every swaggerer displease;
A Glove correcting all abuse,
Which brings the braggart to his knees;
How many boasting folk I’ve known,
Who would, and wisely, rather prove
A flight from out the window thrown,