A bursten-belly ink-horn orator called Vanderhulke they
picked out to present him with an oration, one that had a
sulphurous big-swollen large face like a Saracen, eyes like
two Kentish oysters, a mouth that opened as wide every
time he spake as one of those old knit trap doors, a beard
as though it had been made of a bird’s nest plucked in
pieces, which consisteth of straw, hair and dirt mixed
together.