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‘RIDDLE XV.
MBLEM of youth and innocence,
With thorns enclos’d, for my defence,
And with no care oppress’d ;
I boldly spread my charms around, _
Till some rude lover breaks the mound,
And takes me to his ‘breast.

Here soon I sicken and decay,

. My beauty’s lost, I’m turned away,
And thrown upon the street ;
Where I despised and rolling lie,
Am trampled on by passers by,
And num’rous insults meet.

Ladies, contemplate well my fate,
Reflect upon my wretched state ;
Implore th’ Almighty’s aid,
Lest you (which Heaven forbid !) like me,
Come to contempt and misery,

Be ruin’d and betrayed.

 

RIDDLE XVI.

N° body I have,
No food I e’er crave,