Than now, which is a bouncer at the best,—
I’ll just refer you to our friend Belzoni,
Near seven feet high! in sooth a lofty figure!
Now look at me, and tell me, am I bigger?
Not half the size: but then I’m sadly dwindled;
Three thousand years, with that embalming glue,
Have made a serious difference, and have swindled
My face of all its beauty—there were few
Egyptian youths more gay,—behold the sequel;
Nay, smile not—you and I may soon be equal!