English poem
Xxxv
There all within full rich arrayd he found, With royall arras and resplendent gold. And did with store of every thing abound, That greatest Princes° presence might behold. But all the floore (too filthy to be told) With bloud of guiltlesse babes, and innocents trew,° Which there were slaine, as sheepe out of the fold, Defiled was, that dreadfull was to vew, And sacred ashes over it was strowed new.°