If the Times are alter’d with the Wives, so they are with the Husbands, since they wore slash Doublets, short Cloaks, and open knee’d Breeches, with their own thin lank Hair, that look’d liek the Fringe of a Blanket, or the Strings of a Bunch of Leeks; you can now wear the best Fashion and richest Cloaths, Swords upon Occasion […]

It's shaped like a small, lumpy bagel. In fact, this is a donut peach.

There may be another argument here, if we had time to unpack it, about modernism and the rise of the middle classes.

And by his side rode loathsome Gluttony, Deformed creature, on a filthie swyne, His belly was vpblowne with luxury;