The Riddles of Heraclitus and Democritus | ||
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[The Miller, and the Millers wife]
The Miller, and the Millers wife,That they might merrie make,
Were set downe with a dish of fruite,
A cake, and halfe a cake,
The parson of the towne with them,
His sister and no more:
Now haue you heard of all the guests,
And of their bread the store,
Such cunning, skill, and art,
That euerie one eate halfe a cake,
Before they did depart.
The Riddles of Heraclitus and Democritus | ||