Whan Sir Galahad herde hir sey so, he was adrad to be knowyn; and therewith he smote hys horse with his sporys and rode a grete pace froward them.
Her onely fault, and that is faults enough, / Is, that she is intollerable curst, / And shrow'd, and froward, so beyond all measure, / That were my state farre worser then it is, / I would not wed her for a mine of Gold.