Great soken 1249 hath this miller, out of doubt, With wheat and malt, of all the land about; And namëly 1250 there was a great collége Men call the Soler Hall at Cantebrege, 1251 There was their wheat and eke their malt y-ground. And on a day it happed in a stound, 1252 Sick lay the manciple 1253 of a malady, Men weened wisly 1254 that he shouldë die. For which this miller stole both meal and corn An hundred timës morë than beforn. For theretofore he stole but courteously, But now he was a thief outrageously. For which the warden chid and madë fare, 1255