CHEAP REPOSITORY.

THE
Roguifh
MILLER;

OR
Nothing got
by Cheating.

A TRUE BALLAD.

A Miller there was, and he liv'd at his Mill,
Which was built on a flream at the foot of a hill.
He cheated all day and he drank all the night,
For cheating and drinking was all his delight;
While his moments in tippling unheeded did roll,
This flill was his faying—be fure to take toll.

Whoever fent corn to be ground at his Mill,
He fpoilt it, he chang'd it, he piler'd it flill;
In villainy thus a long courfe he did run,
For he fancy'd that cheating was very good fun,
He car'd not what came of his body or foul,
While this was his faying—I'll always take toll.

If you fent a full Sack of good corn to his Mill,
A Sack of bad flour he fent you back flill,
For he fancy'd that when he the wheat had once
ground,

The difference wou'd not be eafily found:*
Now to change good for bad was as if he had flole,
And he not only chang'd it—but always took toll.

The Neighbours oft fent him their Money to pay,
But he always refus'd it and fent it away;
Had he taken the Money he'd have got but his due,
But the payment that's lawful for him wou'd not do;
What was honeflly his he defpis'd on the whole,
Because he got more from—the taking of toll.

One day when a Farmer had fent a good fack
Of his Corn to be ground, and then fent for it back;
He call'd to his Man and demanded ſtraitway,
If for this he had taken the toll on that day.
The Man ſtrait declar'd, that tho' nought he had
flole,
Yet that he had taken—the full of the toll.

He then call'd his maid, and he alth'd her good lack,
If toll ſhe had taken from that very fack;
She declar'd that ſhe had, but he fond of pelf,
Said, for fear that you ſhou'd not, I'll take it my ſelf:
So rafhly he ventur'd the lots of his Soul,
And mended his practice—by thrice taking toll.

At length he grew bolder and bolder in fin,
And cheating he deeper and deeper got in;
Of Satan, alas! he was quite at the beck,
Where he firſt took a pound he at length took a
peck,

No church he frequented to pray for his Soul,
Who wou'd might go thither—so he could take toll.

The Farmer, the Squire, the Parfon likewife
Agreed to obſerve him with flill keener Eyes;
But the Juſtice he cheated to fuch a degree,
That no longer with patience his frauds cou'd he fee;
So he fent him to jail by the LAW's juſt controul,
And a MITTIMUS paid him—for taking of toll.

Come all honeſt Millers whoever you be,
And liffen to counſel that's given by me;
Be content, like fair tradefmen with moderate gains,
And look for a lawful reward of your pains;
If 'tis paid you in money he pleas'd on the whole,
And if you take any—take moderate toll.

O! ſeek not each way to defraud that you can,
Nor cheat in the flour, nor cheat in the bran;
Be honeſt and all Men will flock to your Mill,
And tho' others want cuſtom, yours ne'er will
ſtand flill.

And when to your MAKER you give up your foul,
You'll rejoice that you always—took moderate toll.

Z.

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