And good avénture was, right sone I found

A tabernacle reised from the ground,

Where Venus sat, and Cupid by her syde;

Yet half for drede I gan my visage hyde.

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And eft again I loked and beheld,

Seeing full sundry peple in the place,

And mister folk, and som that might not weld

Their limmes well, me thought a wonder cas;

The temple shoon with windows all of glas,