His backe afore, lyke brystles of a swyne,
Of the fine copper did moost clerely shyne.
His hinder legges was like to a catte,
All of tynne, and like a scorpion;
He had a tayle wyth a head therat,
All of leade, of plyaunt facion;
His herte stele, without menission.
Toward me he came, roring like the thonder,
Spyttyng out fyre, for to se greate wonder.
In his forehead, with letters of Grewe,