text: I met a courtier riding on the plain,
  Well-mounted on a brave and gallant steed;
  I sat upon a jade, and spurred to my pain
  My lazy beast, whose tired sides did bleed:
  He saw my case, and then of courtesy
  Did rein his horse, and drew the bridle in,
  Because I did desire his company:
  But he corvetting way of me did win.
       What should I do, who was besteaded so?
        His horse stood still faster than mine could go.