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VI i L L E R of Trompington,
O R, T H E
R E VEs Tale from Chaucer.
By Mr. BETTERTQN.
AT Trompngton, not far from Cambridge, [stood; Across a pleasant Streani,a Bridge of W ood.
Near it, a Mill, in low and plafhy Ground,
Where Corn for all the neighb'ring Parts was
The sturdy Miller with his powder'd Locks,
Brawny, big-bon'd, strong made was every Limb,
This Miller's Wife came of a better Race,
You'd You'd laugh to see him, in his best Array,
Strutting before her on a Holyday.
If any boldly durst accost his Wife,
He drew his Dagger, or his Sheffield Knife.
Tis dang'rous to provoke a jealous Fool;
She manag'd cunningly her stubborn Tool.
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 A Boy too in a Cradle, six Months old. rhick, 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 lusty 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 Simian moderately stole before, Their Steward sick, he robb'd'emtentimesmore. Their Bread fell short; the Warden slorm'd; with
Examin'd those who brought it from the Mill.
Two poor young Scholars, hungry, much dt
(Who thought themselves more wife than all the
lA f Crest)
tntreat the Warden, the next Corn he sent,
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 call'd Allen, t'other John was nam'd.
Both Northern Men, both in one Town were.
[Bon, 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 the Road contrive To catch theThief; till at the Mill; they' arrive
Ho)Sim, hysjohn, what ho, the Miller there?
Who calls, cries Simkln, tell me who you are? 1A. X How