The Book of Poetry, tr. by James Legge, [1876], at sacred-texts.com
2Like leaf of sparrow gourd, that coxcomb young,
With archer's thimble at his girdle hung!
He wears the thimble, but he's not the swell
To lord it over us who know him well.
How easy and conceited is his mien!
How drop his girdle ends, full jaunty seen!