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 slimy length 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.