Ye Carpette Knyghte

I have a horse—a ryghte good horse—Ne doe I envie thoseWho scoure ye plaine yn headie course,Tyll soddaine on theire noseThey lyghte wyth unexpected force—Yt 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 woot—Yt ys a mutton-saddel, loe!Parte of ye fleecie brute.

I have a bytte—a ryghte good bytte—As schall 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.