Book 2, Epigram 22

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.