Is the great Chamber, full of curious art:

His midriff is a large Partition-wall

'Twixt the great Chamber, and the spacious Hall:

His stomach is the Kitchin, where the meat

Is often but half sod for want of heat:

His Spleen's a vessel Nature does allot

To take the skum that rises from the Pot:

His lungs are like the bellows, that respire

In every Office, quickning every fire:

His Nose the Chimny is, whereby are vented