[Stanza 20: Edmund Spenser]
Therewith she spewd out of her filthy maw
A floud of poison horrible and blacke,
Full of great lumpes of flesh and gobbets raw,
Which stunck so vildly, that it forst him slacke
His grasping hold, and from her turne his backe:
Her vomit full of books and papers was,
With loathly frogs and toades, which eyes did lacke,
And creeping sought in the way in the weedy grass:
Her filthy parbreake all the place defiled has.