I Have A Horse, A Ryghte Good Horse, Ne Doe Y Envye Those Who Scoure Ye 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 Ye Fleecye Brute. I Have A Bytte, A Ryghte Good Bytte, As Shall 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.