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To all beneath her insolently high,
Walk'd like a duck, and chatter'd like a pye:
Proud of her breeding, froward, full of scorn,
As if she were of noble parents born.
With other virtues of the fame degree,
All learn'd in that choice school, the nunnery.
Their daughter was just twenty, course and bold:
A boy too in a cradle, six months old.
Thick, short, and brawny, this plump damsel was,
Her nose was flat, her eyes were grey as glass.
Her haunches broad, with breasts up to her chin,
Fair was her hair, but tawny was her skin. :
A mighty trade this lufty miller drove, All for convenience came, not one for love. Much grist from Cambridge to his lot did fall And all the corn they us'd at Scholars-hall.. Their manciple fell dangerously ill; Bread must be had, their grist went to the mill. This Simkin moderately stole before, Their fteward sick, he robb’d 'em ten times more.. Their bread fell short; the warden storm’d; with skill, Examin'd those who brought it from the mill.. The miller to a strict account they call, He impudently swears he gave 'em all,
Two poor young scholars, hungry, much distress'a, (Who thought themselves more wife than all the rest) Intreat the warden, the next corn he sent, To trust it to their prudent management: Both would attend him with such care, and art, Defie him then to steal the smallest part.
At last the warden grants what they desire, All is got ready as these two require. Bold men, tho' disappointed, ne'er are sham'd; One was callid Allen, t'other John was nam'd: Both nothern men, both in one town were born, They mount, and lead the horse that bears the corn. Be careful, Allen cries, and do not stray : Fear nothing, he replies, I know the way. Thus they jog on, and on rhe road contrive, To catch the thief; till at the mill they 'rive.
Ho Sim, says John, what ho, the miller there? Who calls, cries Simkin, tell me who you are? How fares your comely daughter and your wife? What, John and Allen? welcome by my life! The miller faid, what wind has brought you hither? That which makes old wives trudge, brought us to
Who keeps no man, muft his own servant be,
Our manciple is very fick, and we
Are with the corn from our good warden come,
To see it grown'd, and bring it safely home:
Dispatch it, sim, with all the hafte you may.
It shall be done (he says) without delay.
What will you do while. I have this in hand? :
Says John just at the hopper will I stand,
(In my whole life I never saw grist grown'd,)
And mark the clack, how justly it will found.
A ha, chum John (fays Allen) will you fo?:
Then will I watch how it steals out below..
Sim, at their plot, maliciously did smile; None cou'd, they thought, such learned clarks beguile. He meant to cast a mist before their eye, (In spight of all their fine philosophy,) Neither should find where he convey'd the meal; The narrower they watch'd, the more he'd Ateal. These_scholars for their flower, shall have the brans. The learned'it clark, is not the wisest man: Then out he steals, and finds, where, by the head, Their horse hung faften'd underneath a shed; He flips the bridle o'er his neck; the feed Makes to the fenas, where mares and fillies feed.
Unmiss'd comes Sim, finds Fohn fix'd at his post,
And Allen diligent, no meal was lost:
Now do me justice friends, he fays, you can
Convince your warden I'm an honest man.
Now the great work is done, their corn is grown'd,
The grist is fack'd, and ev'ry sack well bound:
John runs to fetch the horse; aloud he cries.
Come hither Allen; Allen to him flies.
O friend, we are undone -What mean you, John
Look, there's the bridle, but our horse is gone!
Gone! whither? says he Nay heav'n knows,
Out bolts Sim's wife, and (with a ready lie)
She cries, I saw him tofs his head and play,
Then flip the loosen'd reins, and trot away.
Which way? they both demand
I saw him fcamp'ring tow'rd yon fenny grounds:
Wild mares and colts in those low marshes feed..
Away the scholars run with utmoft speed,
Forger their former cautious husbandry;
Their fack does at the miller's mercy lie.
He half a bufhel of their four does take
Then bids his wife secure it in a cake.
I'll send these empty boys again to school,
To plot and study who's the greater fool:
Look where the learned blockheads make their way,
Let us be merry, while those children play.
Thefe filly scholars ran from place to place;
Now here, now there, unequal was the chace.
They call him by his name, whistle and cry
Ho Balk; but Ball is pleas'd with liberty.
At night into a narrow place they brought him,
Drove him into a ditch, and there they caught him.
Weary and wet, as cattle in the rain,
Allen, and simple John, come back again.
Alas, cries John, would I had ne'er been born!
When we return we shall be laught to scorn.
Call'd by the fellows, and our warden, fools:
Our grist is stoln, and we the miller's tools.
Thus Fohn complains; Allen without remorse
Goes to the barn, and in he turns the horse.
Both cold and hungry, wet and dawb’d with mire;
They find the miller fitting at his fire.
We can't return, they say, before 'tis light;
So beg for lodging in your mill to night.
Simkin replies, Welcome with all my heart,
I'll find you out the most convenient part.