The Human Frame likened to a House.

Man’s body’s like a house: his greater bones Are the main timbers; and the lesser ones Are smaller joists; his limbs are laths daubed o’er, Plastered 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 stomach is the kitchen, where the meat Is often put, half sod, for want of heat. His spleen’s a vessel nature does allot To take the scum that rises from the pot; His lungs are like the bellows, that respire In every office, quickening every fire; His nose the chimney is, whereby are vented Such fumes as with the bellows are augmented; His eyes are crystal 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.