| | In whiche ran as a wymbyl in a swowe | |
| | As though it a storm were sholde brest euery bow | |
| | And downward on an hil vnder abent | |
| | There stood the tempyl of marce armypotent | |
| 1125 | Wrought al of burnyd steel the whiche the entre | |
| | Was longe and streight and gladly forto se | |
| | And ther out cam a rage and suche a veyse | |
| | That it made al the gatis forto reyse | |
| | The northeren light in at the dore shon | |
| 1130 | For wyndow on the wal was ther non | |
| | Thurgh whiche men myghte ony light disserne | |
| | The doris were al of athemaundis eterne | |
| | I clenchid ouerthwart and endlonge | |
| | With Iren forto make it strong | |
| 1135 | Euery pyler the tempyl forto susteyne | |
| | Was tonne greet of yren bright and shene | |
| | There saw I first the derk ymagenyng | |
| | Of felony and al the compassing | |
| | The cruel ire reed as ony glede | |
| 1140 | The pyke purs and eke the pale rede | |
| | The smyler with the knyf vnder the cloke | |
| | The shepen brennyng with the blak smoke | |
| | The treson of the murdryng in the bed | |
| | The opyn werris with woundis alle bled | |
| 1145 | Contak with blody knyf and sharp manace | |
| | Al ful of chirkyng was the sory place | |
| | The sleer of hym yet saw I there | |
| | His herte blood hath bated al his chere | |
| | The nayl I dryue in the shode an highte | |
