To us her lineaments are labels,
Which stare like capitals on play bills.
From bearings of the different osses,
And shapes of forehead, chin, proboscis,
The frons and occiput’s topography,
Can write a man’s complete biography.
Have drawn nine million diagrams,
Which wags denominate flim flams,
Though worth your worshipful reliance
For shortest outlines of the science.