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Ye Carpette Knyghte.
I have a horse—a ryghte good horse—
Ne doe I envie those
Who scoure ye plaine yn headie course,
Tyll soddaine on theire 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 woot—
Yt ys a mutton-saddel, loe!
Parte of ye fleecie brute.
