versicles on sign-posts
his face with smile eternal drest,
just like the ndlord's to his guest's,
high as they hang with creaking din,
to index out the try inn.
he looked just as yn-post lions do,
with aspect fierce, and quite as harmless too.
a head, pure, sinless quite of brain and soul,
the very image of a barber's poll;
it shews a human face, and wears a wig,
and looks, when well preserv'd, amazing big.