THE MILLER of Trompington, ON THE Reve's TALE from Chaucer.. A By the fame. T Trompington, Not far from Cambridge ftood, Across a pleasant ftream, a bridge of wood. Near it, a mill, in low and plashy ground, Where corn for all the neighb'ring parts was grown'd. The sturdy miller with his powder'd locks, Proud as a peacock, fabtle as a fox, Could pipe, and fish, and wrestle, throw a net, Made of an ancient fword's well-temper'd blade. This miller's wife came of a better race, Whoe'er he marry'd (Simkin boldly faid) Should be a maid, well born, and nicely bred. Strutting before her on a holy day. If any boldly durft accoft his wife, He drew his dagger, or his Sheffield knife. 'Tis dang'rous to provoke a jealous fool; She manag'd cunningly her ftubborn tool. To |