Although she should tread on the pismire at her feet,
Its smallest hair would receive no injury.
Yes, it is for this that she treads so lightly,
Under every step lie a hundred souls!’
The following may be considered the very acmé of absurdity!
‘When they wash’d pearls and the moon pure
With BIRDS’ MILK, they have modell’d the globes of her breast!’
And again,
‘Her chin is not an apple of the garden,
It is a WELL full of the water of life!’