Ye Carpette Knyghte
I have a horse—a ryghte good horse—Ne doe Y envye thoseWho scoure ye playne yn headye courseTyll soddayne on theyre noseThey lyghte wyth unexpected forceYt ys—a horse of clothes.
I have a saddel—“Say’st thou soe?Wyth styrruppes, Knyghte, to boote?”I sayde not that—I answere “Noe”—Yt lacketh such, I woote:Yt ys a mutton-saddel, loe!Parte of ye fleecye brute.
I have a bytte—a ryghte good bytte—As shall bee seene yn tyme.Ye jawe of horse yt wyll not fytte;Yts use ys more sublyme.Fayre Syr, how deemest thou of yt?Yt ys—thys bytte of rhyme.