Epigram 22 (I Mett a courtier riding on the plaine,)

I Mett a courtier riding on the plaine,
Well mounted on a braue and gallant steede;
I sate a iade, and spurred to my paine,
My lazy beast whose tyred sides did bleede,
He sawe my case; and then of courtesie,
Did reyne his horse, and drewe the bridle in
Because I did desire his companie:
But he coruetting way of me doth winne.
What should I doe which was besteaded so?
His horse stoode still faster then mine could go,