I saw a Chapel all of gold

that none did dare to enter in,

and many weeping stood without,

weeping, mourning, worshipping.

I saw a Serpent rise between

the white pillars of the door,

and he forc’d and forc’d and forc’d;

down the golden hinges tore,

and along the pavement sweet,

set with pearls and rubies bright,

all his shining legth he drew,

till upon the altar white

vomiting his poison out

on the Bread and on the Wine.

So I turn’d into a sty,

and laid me down among the swine.