Not of inherytaunce, but by my wyfe;
She is feofed in the tayle for terme of her lyfe,
The one for wynde, the other for water. 725
And of them both, I thanke god, there standeth[180] nother;
For, in a good hour be yt spoken,
The water gate is no soner open,
But clap, sayth the wyndmyll, even strayght behynde!
There is good spedde, the devyll and all they grynde! 730
But whether that the hopper be dusty,
Or that the mylstonys be sumwhat rusty,