"Sir Tristram and his lady reached the Hall,

  When now the sun had Seville left behind.

  They for admission on the porter call,

  Since they for ten miles round no shelter find,

  But Clodion, that loved much, and was withal

  Sore jealous, was determined in his mind

  No stranger in his keep should ever inn,

  So long as that fair lady lodged therein.