So Shakspeare said only, 'Sir Thomas, I fear,
With gloves on, my beauties you felt.'
Supported by Caxton, Wynkin upheld,
Text Tibbald crept forward to sight.
'Is this,' quoth the poet, 'the thing that rebell'd,
And dar'd even Pope to the fight?
'To Kennel, good Tib, for a time will arrive,
When all in their senses shall know,
That half of your consequence, Tib, you derive