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