And I by an usher brought to presence
Of Lucifer; then low, as well I could,
I kneeled, which he so well allow’d
That thus he beck’d, and by St. Antony
He smiled on me well-favour’dly,
Bending his brows as broad as barn-doors;
Shaking his ears as rugged as burrs;
Rolling his eyes as round as two bushels;
Flashing the fire out of his nostrils;
Gnashing his teeth so vain-gloriously,