Whose hideous shapes were like to feends of hell,
Some like to hounds, some like to Apes, dismayd[809],
Some like to Puttockes, all in plumes arayd:
All shap’t according their conditions,
For by those vgly formes weren pourtrayd,
Foolish delights and fond abusions,
Which do that sence besiege with light illusions.
And that fourth band, which cruell battry bent, xii
Against the fourth Bulwarke, that is the Tast,
Was as the rest, a grysie rablement,