Clerely for ever to banysh the wynde.
Here entreth the Wynde Myller.
Wynde Myller. How! Is all the wether gone or I come?
For the passyon of god, helpe me to some.
I am a wynd-miller, as many mo be.
No wretch in wretchydnes so wrechyd as we! 510
The hole sorte[157] of my crafte be all mard at onys,
The wynde is so weyke it sturryth not our stonys,
Nor skantely can shatter[158] the shyttyn sayle
That hangeth shatterynge[159] at a womans tayle.