Of images, nor such richesse
As I see graven in this church,
But nought wote I who did them worche,
Yet certaine as I further passe,
I wol you all the shape devise.
Yet I ententive was to see,
And for to poren wondre low,
If I could anywise yknow
What manner stone this castel was:
For it was like a limed glas,