The Miller was a stout carle for the nones, Full big he was of brawn, and eke of bones; That proved well, for ov’r all where 187 he came, At wrestling he would bear away the ram. 188 He was short-shouldered, broad, a thickë gnarr, 189 There was no door, that he n’old heave off bar, Or break it at a running with his head. His beard as any sow or fox was red, And thereto broad, as though it were a spade. Upon the cop 190 right of his nose he had A wart, and thereon stood a tuft of hairs Red as the bristles of a sowë’s ears. His nosë-thirlës 191 blackë were and wide. A sword and buckler bare he by his side.