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Squat-nosed and broad, of big and pompous port; / A tavern visage, apoplexy haunts, / All pimple-puffed; the Falstaff-like resort / Of fat debauchery, whose veined cheek flaunts / A flabby purple: rusty-spurred he stands / In rakehell boots and belt, and hanger that / Claps when, with greasy gauntlets on his hands, / He swaggers past in cloak and slouch-plumed hat. / Aggression marches armies in his words; / And in his oaths great deeds ride cap-a-pie; / His looks, his gestures breathe the breath of swords; / And in his carriage camp all wars to be: / With him of battles there shall be no lack / While buxom wenches are and stoops of sack.