THE HUMAN FRAME.

Auckland Star, Volume LXIV, Issue 83, 8 April 1933, Page 7 (Supplement)

THE HUMAN FRAME.

LIKENED TO A HOUSE. The following lines Were written by the celebrated old English poet, Francis Quarles, chronologer to tho City of London:— Man's body's like a house ; his greater bones Arc the main timber» and the lesser ones Are Smaller joints; his iribs are laths daubed o'er. Plastered with flesh and blood ; his mouth's the dnor, His throat's the narrow entry, and his heart Is the great chamber full of curious art. Ilis midrilT is a largo partition wall ~ 'Twixt the great chamber and the spacious hall; His stomach is the kitchen, where the meat Is often put half sod for want of heat. I lis spleen's a vpbhcl Nature does allot To lake the scum that rises from the pot; Ilis lungs are like the bellows that respire In every office, quickening every fire; His nose the chimney is, whereby are vented Such fumes as with the bellows are augmented ; .•■■•'." His bowels are tho sink, whose part's to drain All noisome filth and keep the kitchen clean ; His eyes are crystal windows, clear and bright. Let in the object nnd let out the sight: And as the timber is, or great, or small, Or strong or weak, 'tis apt to stand or fall.