RIDDLES. 23

The feign’d astrologer to me

Owes half of his celebrity.

Venus, by my guardian care,

Was more bewitching and more fair.
Ladies, may you successful prove,
As the once fabled Queen of Love!
But use your power in better part,
Not to betray but win the heart.

 

RIDDLE XLV.
[™ here, and I’m there, and I’m everywhere ;
In one place not a moment I stay ;

Like a goblin or sprite, I appear in the night,
And Shakspeare declares me a fay.

However this be, I am civil, you see,
In giving you pretty good warning,

That unless you take care, you will very ill fare,
And perhaps may be drowned before morning.

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RIDDLE XLVI.
QNCE in a year I’m sought with care,
And all that year I’m trusted ;
But when that year is out, you are
With my advice disgusted.