Mans _Body's_ like a _House_, his greater _Bones_ Are the main _Timber_; and the lesser ones Are smaller _splints_: his _ribs_ are _laths_ daub'd o're Plaister'd with _flesh_ and _blood_: his _mouth's_ the door, His _throat's_ the narrow _entry_, and his _heart_ 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 Such _fumes_ as with the _bellowes_ are augmented: His _bowels_ are the _sink_, whose part's to drein All noisom _filth_, and keep the _Kitchin_ clean: His _eyes_ are Christal _windows_, clear and bright; Let in the object and let out the sight. And as the _Timber_ is or great, or small, Or strong, or weak, 'tis apt to stand or fall: Yet is the likeliest _Building_ sometimes known To fall by obvious chances; overthrown Oft times by _tempests_, by the full mouth'd _blasts_ Of _Heaven_; sometimes by _fire_; sometimes it wafts Through unadvis'd _neglect_: put case the stuff Were ruin-proof, by nature strong enough To conquer time, and age; put case it should Nere know an end, alas, our _Leases_ would; What hast thou then, _proud flesh and blood_, to boast Thy daies are evil, at best; but few, at most; But sad, at merriest; and but weak, at strongest; Unsure, at surest; and but short, at longest.