Mery-reporte. No doute, he is here, even in yonder trone. C 535
But in your mater he trusteth me alone,
Wherein, I do perceyve by your complaynte,
Oppressyon of rayne doth make the wynde so faynte,
That ye wynde-myllers be clene caste away.
Wynde Myller. If Jupyter helpe not, yt is as ye say. 540
But, in few wordes to tell you my mynde rounde,[162]
Uppon this condycyon I wolde be bounde,
Day by day to say our ladyes' sauter,[163]
That in this world were no drope of water,