A Ratte's Tale by Nonie Rider (nonie@avalon.net), Relapsed Medievalist A Ratte ther was, a fallen traytour knighte, Who was inne leathern doublet well bedighte, A knyffe held hidde within, a smyle withoute; A handsomm evyl knave withouten doubte. And yet love gnawed him like a ratte hys preye, And made him wake by nicht and mourne by daye. For so hadde Cupid prycked him with his darte That on a lovely Foxe he sette his herte, And yet the Foxe's father he hadde slain, Whyche made much sorrowe fall between them twain...