A sturdy villein, striding stiffe and bold,
As if[676] that[677] highest God defie he would;[678]
In his right hand an yron club he held,
But[679] he himselfe was all of golden[680] mould,
Yet had both life and sence, and well could weld
That cursed weapon, when his cruell foes he queld.
Disdayne he called was, and did disdaine xli
To be so cald, and who so did him call:
Sterne was his[681] looke, and full of stomacke vaine,
His portaunce terrible, and stature tall,