A mailë twyfold 4615 on his crupper lay; It seemed that he carried little array; All light for summer rode this worthy man. And in my heart to wonder I began What that he was, till that I understood How that his cloak was sewed to his hood; For which, when I had long advised 4616 me, I deemed him some Canon for to be. His hat hung at his back down by a lace, 4617 For he had ridden more than trot or pace; He haddë pricked like as he were wood. 4618 A clote-leaf 4619 he had laid under his hood, For sweat, and for to keep his head from heat. But it was joyë for to see him sweat; His forehead dropped as a stillatory 4620