| 110 | Swa workis ay there wangis in his hed | |
| | And therfore I is come and this aleyn | |
| | To grynde our corn and cary it agayn | |
| | I pray you spede vs heyn in that ye may | |
| | It shal be do quod Symkyn be my fay | |
| 115 | What wil ye do whylis it is in hond | |
| | Be god right be the hoper wol I stond | |
| | Quod Iohn and se how the corn goos yn | |
| | Yet saw I neuyr be my fadir kyn | |
| | How the hoper waggis to and fro | |
| 120 | Aleyn answerd Iohn wolt thou so | |
| | Than wol y be benethe by my croun | |
| | And se hon the mele fallis adoun | |
| | In to the trowgh that shal be my disport | |
| | For Iohn in faith I may be of your sort | |
| 125 | Ay is as ille a Myllere as is ye | |
| | This myller smyled of her nycete | |
| | And thoughte al this is don but for a wyle | |
| | Thay wene that noman may hem begyle | |
| | But be my thrifte yet shal I blere her ye | |
| 130 | For al her sleyghte and her philosophye | |
| | The more queynte crekis that they make | |
| | The more shal I stele whan I take | |
| | In stede of flour yet wyl I yeue hem bren | |
| | The grettist clerkis be not wisest men | |
| 135 | As whilom the wolf spak to the mare | |
| | Of al her art ne counte I not atare | |
| | Out at the dore he goth ful pryuely | |
| | When that he saw his tyme softly | |
