, When them were better sleep; But he was chaste, and no lechoúr, And sweet as is the bramble flow’r That beareth the red heep. 3870 And so it fell upon a day, For sooth as I you tellë may, Sir Thopas would out ride; He worth 3871 upon his steedë gray, And in his hand a launcëgay, 3872 A long sword by his side. He pricked through a fair forést, Wherein is many a wildë beast, Yea, bothë buck and hare; And as he pricked north and east, I tell it you, him had almest Betid 3873 a sorry care. There sprangë herbës great and small,