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The sempstress explores me by day and by night,
Not a page but she turns o’er and o’er;

Though sometimes I injure the milliner’s sight,
Still I add to her credit and store.

’Tis true, I am seldom regarded by men;
Yet what would the males do without me?
Let them boast of their head, or boast of their pen,
Still vain is their boast, if they flout me.

 

RIDDLE LVI,

N camps about the centre I appear;
In smiling meadows seen throughout the year;

The silent angler views me in the streams,
And all must trace me in their morning dreams;
First in each mob conspicuous I stand,
Proud of the lead and ever in command ;
Without my power no mercy can be shown,
Or soft compassion to their hearts be known ;
Each sees me in himself, yet all agree
Their hearts and persons have no charm for me;
The chemist proves my virtue upon ore,
For, touch’d by me, he changes it to more.