Written on a Window

TENDER-HANDED stroke a nettle,
—And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a lad of mettle,
—And it soft as silk remains:

So it is with these fair creatures,
—Use them kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg graters,
—And the rogues obey you well.
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