Here you may see the high and lofty fall,
For Death he sheweth no respect at all,
To any one of high or low degree,
Great men submit to Death as well as we;
Though they are gay, their life is but a span,
A lump of clay, so poor a creature’s man.
The Miller Taken in.
Good people all, attend, I pray,
to what I’m going to mention,
Of a couple that liv’d near, I say,
I pray you give attention.
A poor man had a handsome wife,
no husband ever was kinder,
Near to a mill this man did dwell,
and his landlord was a grinder.
This man he did wear long horns,
and thrash’d all in a barn, Sir;
The miller he did grind his wife,
and thought it was no harm, Sir.
Early one morning this poor man rose,
and stood behind a pillar,
And saw his wife let in a man,
he thought it was the miller.
