Yet, feeling it, thus much I know,
It is as true as steel.
There is a lanthorn which the Jews,
When Judas led them forth, did use,
It weighs my weight downright:
But to believe it, you must think
The Jews did put a candle in ’t,
And then ’twas very light.
There’s one saint there hath lost his nose;
Another’s head, but not his toes,