Ugly and huge, more then a man on ’s hands:
His helmett steele, his gorgett mayl, his sheild
Brass, made the chappell fearefull as a feild.
And let this answere all the Popes complaints;
Wee sett up gyants though wee pull downe saintes.
Beyond this, in the roadway as wee went,
A pillar stands, where this Colossus leant;
Where he would sigh and love, and, for hearts ease,
Oftimes write verses (some say) such as these:
“Here will I languish in this silly bower,