John the miller asketh help to turn his mill right:
He hath ground small, small,
The King’s Son of Heaven will pay for it all,
Look thy mill go right, with its four sails dight.
With right and with might, with skill and with will,
And let the post stand in steadfastness,
Let right help might, and skill go before will,
Then shall our mill go aright.
But if might go before right, and will go before skill,
This is our mill mis-a-dight.