He talk'd perfect nonsense, and thought it good sense.
"So," says he, "don't be prating,—look yonder, I pray,
At that sculpture of marble, now what will you say?
The lion is vanquished; but as for the man
He is striding upon him; deny it who can."
"But pray," said the lion, "who sculptured that stone?"
"One of us," said the man, "I must candidly own."
"But when we are sculptors," the other replied,
"You will then on the man see the lion astride."