No well was ever sunk so low;

It is in age five thousand years,

It was not born an hour ago.

It is as wet as water is;

No red-hot iron e’er was drier;

As dark as night, as cold as ice,

Shines like the sun, and burns like fire.

No soul, nor body to consume—

No fox more cunning, dunce more dull;

’Tis not on earth, ’tis in this room,