Where Sol peeps in, to show what's what:
The range, the dresser, ceiling, floor,
What cupboard, shelves, and where the door
Are his to plan; and if he be
The man I mean, to each he'll see.
Lastly, to marshal in array
The long-drawn line of man and tray:
The light-arm'd first, who nimbly bear
Their glittering lances through the air;
And then the hoplitic troop to goad,