Fere not the lydger,[181] beware your ronner.
Yet this for the lydger, or ye have wonne her,
Parchaunce your lydger doth lacke good peckyng. 745
Mery-reporte. So sayth my wyfe, & that maketh all our checkyng.[182]
She wolde have the myll peckt, peckt, peckt, every day!
But, by god, myllers muste pecke when they may!
So oft have we peckt that our stones wax right thynne,
And all our other gere not worth a pyn, 750
For with peckynge and peckyng I have so wrought,
That I have peckt a good peckynge-yron to nought.