There were sundry strange monsters existing of old;
As evinced (on the ex pede Herculean plan,
Which from merely a footstep presumes the whole man)
By our Savans disturbing those very large bones,
Which have turned (for the rhyme’s sake, perhaps) into stones,
And have chosen to wait a
Long while hid in strata,
While old Time has been dining on empires and thrones.
Old bones and dry bones,
Leg-bones and thigh-bones,