To better speed fair Bradamant aroused

  Her courser, yet but little way did ride,

  When with his flock, which on the champaign browsed,

  Leaving the fields, a shepherd she espied.

  To him where, well or ill, she might be housed,

  — With many instances the maid applied —

  For never house could such ill shelter yield,

  But that in rain 'twere worse to lodge afield.