Sir Gryphon, was he or his horse foredone With toil, or was it sleep his eyes down weighed, Ere yet the troop beyond two miles had gone, At the first inn upon the highway stayed.
He doffed his armour all, and morion, And had the steeds of trappings disarrayed;
And next alone he to a chamber sped, Locked himself in, undrest, and went to bed.
