Ye Carpette Knyghte.

I have a horse—a ryghte goode horse— Ne doe I envye those Who scoure y^e playne yn headye course Tyll soddayne on theyre nose They 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 woote: Yt ys a mutton-saddel, loe! Parte of y^e fleecye brute. I have a bytte—a ryghte good bytte— As shall bee seene yn tyme. Y^e 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.

“I HAVE A HORSE”