The rood we had was a well-favoured man,
No inferior craft marred the image.
And in his beauty, our saviour promised
He would make of us each such another.
But this the carver hath set us up now
Is a most ill-favoured thing which to look at.
For in the way our lord does gape and grin
 Not even the children
 Dare in their innocence
Once look him in the face or go near him.