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How faresyour comely Daughter and your Wife? Whatjjo&a and Allen? welcome by my Life1. The Miller said} what Wind has blown you hi

[ther?

That which makes old Wives trudge, brought us

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Who keeps no Man, must his own Servant be,

Our Manciple is very sick, and we . . ..'

Are with the Corn from our good Warden come,

To fee it grown'd, and bring ic safely home.

Dispatch it, Sim, with all the haste 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 so?

Then will I watch how it steals out below.

Sim, at their Plot, maliciously did smile;

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None cou'd, they thought, such learned Clarks Me meant to cast a Mist before their Eye, (In spight of all their fine Philosophy.) v Neither should find where he convey'd the Meal; The narrower they watch'd,the more he'd Steal. These Scholars for their Flour, shall have the Bran; The learned'st Clark, is not the wisest Man. Then out he steals, and finds, where,by the Head, Their Horse hung fasten'd underneath a Shed; He slips the Bridle o'er his Neck; the Steed Makes to the Fenns,where Mares and Fillies feed. Unmiss'd comes Sim, finds Johnfax at his Post, And Allen diligent no Meal was lost. Now do me Justice Friends, he fays, you can Convince your Warden Pm an honest Man. Now the great Work is done,theirCorn is grown'd, The Grist is fock'd, and ev'ry Sack well bound.

X * * John

John runs to fetch the Horse; aloud he cries,
Gome hither Allen; Allen to him flies.

0 Friend, we are undone —What mean you, John? Look, there's the Bridle, but our Horse is gonef Gone! whither? fays he,—Nay Heav'n knows,

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Out bolts Sim's Wife, and (with a ready Lie): «' She cries, I saw him toss his Head and play, '.' Then flip the loosen'd Reins, and Trot away, y Which Way? they both demand—With wanton

[Bounds,

1 sawhimscamp'ring tow'rd yon Fenny Grounds:
Wild Mares and Colts in those low Marshes feed.
Away the Scholars run with utmost speed,
Forget their former cautious Husbandry;
Their Sack does at the Miller's Mercy lie.

He half a Bushel of their Flour does take,
Then'bids his Wife secure it in a Cake,
lllsend these empty Boys again to School,
To plod and study who's the greater FooL

Look

;Look where the Learned Blockheads snake their ; [way, 'Let us be merry, while those Children play.'

These silly Scholars ran from place to place,

Now here, now there, unequal was the Chace.

They call him by his Name, Whistle, and cry

|io Ball; but Ball is pleasM 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~J«>Æ/y, come back again. Alas, cries John., would I had ne'er been born I "When we return we shall be laught to Scorn.! Call'd by the Fellows, an^LQUr Warden, Fools f. Our Grist is stoln, and we the Miller's Fools. Thus John complains; Alfen without remorse Goes to the Barn, and in he turns the Horse.

Both cold and hungry, wet and dawb'd with

.««•». [Mire 5 They find the Miller sitting at his Fire.

We can't return, they fay, before 'tis Ligfat;
So beg for Lodging in your Mill to Night.

Simkln replies, Welcome with all my Heart, I'll find you out the most convenient Part. My House is straight, but you are learned Men; You can by dint of Argument maintain, That Twenty Yards a Mile in breadth comprise: Now shew your Art, and make a Miller wise, Your merry Friend; but wet and clammy Earth* Hunger and Cold, provokes few Men to Mirth. A Man complies with necessary things, Content with what he finds, or what he brings. 'Tis Meat and Drink we earnestly desire; To warm and dry us with a better Fire.

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