With his sharpe steele, and ran at him amaine
With open mouth, that seemed to containe
A full good pecke within the vtmost brim,
All set with yron teeth in raunges[601] twaine,
That terrifide his foes, and armed him,
Appearing like the mouth of Orcus griesly grim.
And therein were a thousand tongs empight, xxvii
Of sundry kindes, and sundry quality,
Some were of dogs, that barked day and night,
And some of cats, that wrawling still did cry,