The noble gentleman, feeling what he meant—
‘Hold, foolish lad,’ quoth he, ‘a better prey:
‘This Garter is not fit for ev’ry leg,
‘And I account it better than my purse.
The varlet ran away, the earl awaked.
And told his friends, and smiling said withal,
‘’A would not, had ’a understood the French
‘Writ on my Garter, dared t’ have stol’n the same.’
This tale I thought upon, told me for truth,
The rather for it praised the Posy,