RIDDLES. 29

RIDDLE LVI.
AM by nature soft as silk,
By nature too as white as milk ;

T am a constant friend to man,
And serve him every way I can.
When dipped in wax or plunged in oil,
I make his winter evenings smile:
By India taught, I spread his bed,
Or deck his fav’rite Celia’s head;
Her gayest garbs I oft compose,
And, ah!—sometimes—I wipe her nose.

 

RIDDLE LVIII.
HAT is the power of the rational soul, which
covets or avoids such things as have been before
judged and apprehended by the understanding?

 

RIDDLE LIX.
AM rough, I am smooth,
Tam wet, I am dry;
My station is low,
But my title is High;
The King my lawful master is,—
I’m used by all, though only his.