“He had of counsell many one, Among the whiche there was one, By name which Berillus hight. And he bethought him how he might Unto the tirant do liking. And of his own ymagining Let forge and make a bulle of bras, And on the side cast there was A dore, where a man may inne, Whan he his peine shall beginne Through fire, which that men put under. And all this did he for a wonder, That whan a man for peine cride, The bull of bras, which gapeth wide, It shulde seme, as though it were A bellewing in a mannes ere And nought the crieng of a man. But he, which alle sleightes can. The devil, that lith in helle fast, Him that it cast hath overcast, That for a trespas, which he dede, He was put in the same stede. And was himself the first of alle, Which was into that peine falle That he for other men ordeigneth.”