And were not heauenly grace, that him did blesse,
He had beene pouldred all, as thin as flowre:
But he was wary of that deadly stowre,
And lightly lept from vnderneath the blow:
Yet so exceeding was the villeins powre,
That with the wind it did him ouerthrow,
And all his sences stound[238], that still he lay full low.
As when that diuelish yron Engin wrought xiii
In deepest Hell, and framd by Furies skill,
With windy Nitre and quick Sulphur fraught,