Of wevying or of embroidrie,
Then can I not but muse and prie,
Upon her fingers long and small.
And if she list to riden out,
On pilgrimage, or other stead,
I come, though I be not bid,
And take her in my arms aloft,
And set her in her saddle soft,
And so forth lead her by the bridle,
For that I would not be idle.