As glad were we almost as if they had given us liberty, that
fortune lent us such a sweet　pewfellow. A pretty round-faced
wench was it, with black eyebrows, a high forehead, a　little
mouth, and a sharp nose, as fat and plum, every part of her,
as a plover, a skin as　slick and soft as the back of a swan;
it doth me good when I remember her. Like a bird　she tripped
on the ground, and bare out her belly as majestical as an estrich.