I had my feather in my cap as big as a flag in the foretop;
my French doublet, gelt in the belly as though (like a pig
ready to be spitted) all my guts had been plucked out; a pair
of side paned hose that hung down like two scales filled with
Holland cheeses; my long stock that sat close to my dock, and
smothered not a scab or a lecherous hairy sinew on the calf
of the leg; my rapier pendant like a round stick fastened in the
tacklings for skippers the better to climb by; my cape-cloak of
black cloth, overspreading my back like a thornback, or an
elephant’s ear, that hangs on his shoulders like a country
housewife’s barm-skin which she thirls her spindle on; &, in
consummation of my curiosity, my hands without gloves, all a
more French, and a black budge edging of a beard on the upper
lip, and the like sable auglet [=tassel] of excrements in the rising
of the angle of my chin.