RIDDLES. : 27
To us no head nor mouth belongs,
Yet plain our tongues appear ;
With them we never speak a word,
Without them useless are.

In blood and wounds we deal, yet good
In temper we are proved ;

From passion we are always free,
Yet oft with anger movd.

We travel much, yet pris’ners are,
And close confined to boot ;

Can with the fleetest horse keep pace,
Yet always go on foot.

 

RIDDLE LV.

1 AM a small volume, and frequently bound
Tn silk, satin, silver, or gold;

My worth and my praises the females resound:
By females my science is told.

My leaves are all scarlet, my letters are steel,

Each letter contains a great treasure ;

To the poor they bring lodging, and fuel, and meal,
To the rich entertainment and pleasure.