The beetle booms adown the glooms
And bumps along the clumps.
The two divinest things that man has got,
A lovely woman in a rural spot.
Why streams the life-blood from that female throat?
She sprinkled gravy on a guest’s new coat.
My heart is in the grave with her—
The family went abroad.
Whene’er along the ivory disks are seen
The rapid traces of the dark gangrene,
When caries comes, with stealthy pace, to throw
Corrosive ink-spots on those banks of snow,
Brook no delay, ye trembling, suffering Fair,
But fly for refuge to the Dentist’s care.
Solyman Brown, The Dentiad
Saliva, chyle, bile,
Pancreatic juice, serum, and phlegm,
There Adam lay supine—a well-shaped man.
Man’s First Estate on Earth