Scarce was I enter'd, when behold! there came
A Thing which  had been pos'd to name;
had refus'd it lodging in his Ark,
Where all the Race of  might embark:
A verier Monster than on  Shore
The Sun e're got, or slimy  bore,
Or  or  wondrous. Shelves contain;
Nay, all that lying Travellers can feign.