The Canterbury Tales: The Reeve's Tale
'Yet has my felawe somwhat for his harm;
He has the milleres doghter in his arm.
He auntred hym, and has his nedes sped,
And I lye as a draf-sak in my bed;
And when this jape is tald another day,
I sal been halde a daf, a cokenay!
I wil arise and auntre it, by my fayth!'
(349 – 354)
Thus is the proude millere wel ybete,
And hath ylost the gryndynge of the whete,
And payed for the soper everideel
Of Aleyn and of John, that bette hym weel.
His wyf is swyved, and his doghter als.
(459 – 463)
And therfore this proverbe is seyd ful sooth,
'Hym thar nat wene wel that yvele dooth;'
A gylour shal hymself bigyled be.
(465 – 467)