As in the hollow bowl of silver spoon
A broad reflected face the gazer sees;
(Who trifling, dinner done, with bread and cheese,
Abstractly lifts the spoon aforesaid up;)
Or the same thing beholds in polished cup,
Or concave snuff-box, whence the vocal sneeze!
Sight of the man suggested Hotspur’s boast;
But the night froze; and to express such hope
Sounded far softer than the softest soap
To me, who rather chose my heels to toast