NETTLE.—Tender-handed stroke a nettle,
And it stings you for your pains;
Grasp it like a man of mettle,
And it soft as silk remains.
’Tis the same with common natures:
Use ’em kindly, they rebel;
But be rough as nutmeg-graters,
And the rogues obey you well.

Aaron Hill.—(Elegant Extracts.)

I have touch’d a nettle, and stung myself.

Tuke.—Adventures of Five Hours, Act I. Scene 1.


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